I am Dracula, and I bid you welcome . . .
BRAM STOKERIt is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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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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I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us.
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She is one of God’s women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.
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Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
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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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I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
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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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I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.
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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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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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No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
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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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I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
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Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
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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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