This man belongs to me, I want him!
BRAM STOKERHe may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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Take me away from all this Death.
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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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The fame of an actor is won in minutes and seconds, not in years.
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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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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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He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please.
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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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I 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.
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Oh, my dear, if you only knew how strange is the matter regarding which I am here, it is you who would laugh.
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But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!
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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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The inscrutable laws of sex have so arranged that even a timid woman is not afraid of a fierce and haughty man.
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Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.
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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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