But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.
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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I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
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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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Despair has its own calms.
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It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
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A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
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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.
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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 sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.
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Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.
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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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Let me tell you, my friend, that there are things done today in electrical science which would have been deemed unholy by the very man who discovered electricity, who would themselves not so long before been burned as wizards
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Then a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fear. The sound was taken up by another dog, and then another and another, till, borne on the wind which now sighed softly through the Pass.
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Above the care of Nature and of State, Suspended in the noon of Night we wait, All slumber nursing, to make sweet and pure, While secret Nature, weaving works the cure. We are the handmaids of the hollow night,
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If this be an ordered selfishness, then we should pause before we condemn any one for the vice of egoism, for there may be deeper root for its causes than we have knowledge of.
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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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