I want you to believe…to believe in things that you cannot.
BRAM STOKERAs yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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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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I have learned not to think little of any one’s belief, no matter how strange it may be. I have tried to keep an open mind, and it is not the ordinary things of life that could close it, but the strange things, the extraordinary things, the things that make one doubt if they be mad or sane.
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Take me away from all this Death.
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Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall — all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him.
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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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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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We learn of great things by little experiences.
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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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I will not let you go into the unknown alone.
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There was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word, DRACULA.
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The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
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Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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The blood is the life!
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He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
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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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