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.
BRAM STOKERWe learn from failure, not from success!
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
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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 suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
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Ah, 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.
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Despair has its own calms.
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Though sympathy alone can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer–both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.
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Ah, 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.
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She has man’s brain–a brain that a man should have were he much gifted–and woman’s heart. The good God fashioned her for a purpose, believe me when He made that so good combination.
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Enter freely and of your own free will!
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Let me tell you, my friend, that there are things done today in electrical science which would have been deemed unholy by the very man who discovered electricity, who would themselves not so long before been burned as wizards
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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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No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
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No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
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