We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.
BRAM STOKERI have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of me.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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Then they will see that, perhaps, they too have some of the same fault in themselves – although perhaps it does not come out in the same way – and then they must try to conquer that fault.
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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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A brave man’s hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman’s love to hear its music.
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I have cried even when the laugh did choke me. But no more think that I am all sorry when I cry, for the laugh he come just the same.
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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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Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)
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Despair has its own calms.
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There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
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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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Faith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
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Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
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The blood is the life!
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I saw the Count lying within the box upon the earth, some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well.
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But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.
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