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.
BRAM STOKERYou yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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Faith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
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Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
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Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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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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It 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.
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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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How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
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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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He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please.
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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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Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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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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Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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For now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help sooth me.
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I stood beside Van Helsing, and said;- “Ah, well, poor girl, there is peace for her at last. It is the end!” He turned to me, and said with grave solemnity:- “Not so; alas! not so. It is only the beginning!
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