There was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word, DRACULA.
BRAM STOKERIf this be an ordered selfishness, then we should pause before we condemn any one for the vice of egoism, for there may be deeper root for its causes than we have knowledge of.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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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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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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And 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!
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Oh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots of girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on?
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There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
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I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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The blood is life… and it shall be mine!
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Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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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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You cannot guess or measure the terrible endless longing to see the gates opened, and to be able to join the white figures within.
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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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A wild howling began, which seemed to come from all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night.
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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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It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.
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