A brave man’s hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman’s love to hear its music.
BRAM STOKERAh, 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.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.
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I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!
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Despair has its own calms.
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No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
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As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.
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Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.
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I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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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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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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I want you to believe…to believe in things that you cannot.
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It is ever thus that the things which we do wrong – although they may seem little at the time, and though from the hardness of our hearts we pass them lightly by – come back to us with bitterness.
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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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Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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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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It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
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