I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.
BRAM STOKERNo one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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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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Doctor, you don’t know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don’t; you couldn’t with eyebrows like yours.
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We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.
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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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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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We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!
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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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Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
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Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love?
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We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!
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I want you to believe…to believe in things that you cannot.
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Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me!
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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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Bleeding 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.
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It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
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