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 STOKERBefore I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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But we are pledged to set the world free. Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret. For in this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.
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I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
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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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The angels of the dark, restoring sight; We go — the pains of Day to soothe, console — Awake, arise! Behold thou art made whole.
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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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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
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How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
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Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.
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It is something like the way dame Nature gathers round a foreign body an envelope of some insensitive tissue which can protect from evil that which it would otherwise harm by contact.
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It is ever thus that the things which we do wrong – although they may seem little at the time, and though from the hardness of our hearts we pass them lightly by – come back to us with bitterness.
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Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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We learn of great things by little experiences.
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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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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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