Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!
BRAM STOKERI suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
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For me, I say no, but then I am old, and life, with his sunshine, his fair places, his song of birds, his music and his love, lie far behind. You others are young. Some have seen sorrow, but there are fair days yet in store. What say you?
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Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.
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Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
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It would be at once his sheath and his armor, and his weapons to destroy us, his enemies, who are willing to peril even our own souls for the safety of one we love. For the good of mankind, and for the honor and glory of God.
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I have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of me.
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We learn from failure, not from success!
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We see radiating many long arms with innumerable tentaculae, and in the centre rises a gigantic head with a comprehensive brain and keen eyes to look on every side and ears sensitive to hear–and a voracious mouth to swallow.
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And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.
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Faith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
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There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.
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Oh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots of girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on?
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But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!
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Let me be accurate in everything, for though you and I have seen some strange things together, you may at the first think that I, Van Helsing, am mad. That the many horrors and the so long strain on nerves has at the last turn my brain.
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