How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
BRAM STOKERHow good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
BRAM STOKERWe learn of great things by little experiences.
BRAM STOKERTake me away from all this Death.
BRAM STOKERIt is really wonderful how much resilience there is in human nature. Let any obstructing cause, no matter what, be removed in any way, even by death, and we fly back to first principles of hope and enjoyment.
BRAM STOKERI 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.
BRAM STOKERThen 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.
BRAM STOKERI will not let you go into the unknown alone.
BRAM STOKERI am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
BRAM STOKERAnd yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere ‘modernity’ cannot kill.
BRAM STOKERShe was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
BRAM STOKERAh, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.
BRAM STOKERFor me, I say no, but then I am old, and life, with his sunshine, his fair places, his song of birds, his music and his love, lie far behind. You others are young. Some have seen sorrow, but there are fair days yet in store. What say you?
BRAM STOKERIt is something like the way dame Nature gathers round a foreign body an envelope of some insensitive tissue which can protect from evil that which it would otherwise harm by contact.
BRAM STOKERGood women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
BRAM STOKERBleeding 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.
BRAM STOKERI sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.
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