There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
BRAM STOKERI could not resist the temptation of mystifying him a bit, I suppose it is some taste of the original apple that remains still in our mouths.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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No man knows where the Castle of King Death is. All men and women, boys and girls, and even little wee children should so live that when they have to enter the Castle and see the grim King, they may not fear to behold his face.
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The blood is life… and it shall be mine!
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I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
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How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
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Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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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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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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There are such beings as vampires, some of us have evidence that they exist. Even had we not the proof of our own unhappy experience, the teachings and the records of the past give proof enough for sane peoples.
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Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
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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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Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.
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It 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.
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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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Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
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