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?
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 suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
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It is something like the way dame Nature gathers round a foreign body an envelope of some insensitive tissue which can protect from evil that which it would otherwise harm by contact.
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But we are pledged to set the world free. Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret. For in this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.
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Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.
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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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We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!
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Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.
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There are such beings as vampires, some of us have evidence that they exist. Even had we not the proof of our own unhappy experience, the teachings and the records of the past give proof enough for sane peoples.
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I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
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Though sympathy alone can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
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I will not let you go into the unknown alone.
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How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
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Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
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Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.
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