You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?
BRAM STOKERAnd then away for home! Away to the quickest and nearest train! Away from this cursed land, where the devil and his children stil walk with earthly feet!
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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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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Despair has its own calms.
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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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We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!
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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. A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.
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There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
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I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!
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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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Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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Enter freely and of your own free will!
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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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The blood is life… and it shall be mine!
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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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Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!
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