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.
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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For 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?
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Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
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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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Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
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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 this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!
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Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)
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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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There was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word, DRACULA.
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It would be at once his sheath and his armor, and his weapons to destroy us, his enemies, who are willing to peril even our own souls for the safety of one we love. For the good of mankind, and for the honor and glory of God.
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I will not let you go into the unknown alone.
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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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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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Then 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.
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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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