Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
BRAM STOKERIt 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.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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We learn of great things by little experiences.
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The angels of the dark, restoring sight; We go — the pains of Day to soothe, console — Awake, arise! Behold thou art made whole.
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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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Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
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Though sympathy alone can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
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Faith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
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The inscrutable laws of sex have so arranged that even a timid woman is not afraid of a fierce and haughty man.
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Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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The Dead travel fast.
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Doctor, you don’t know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don’t; you couldn’t with eyebrows like yours.
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For life be, after all, only a waitin’ for somethin’ else than what we’re doin’; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.
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All men are mad in some way or the other, and inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen, so deal with God’s madmen too, the rest of the world.
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Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me!
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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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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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