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.
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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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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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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Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for 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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The fame of an actor is won in minutes and seconds, not in years.
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As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.
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There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
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You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?
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Then they will see that, perhaps, they too have some of the same fault in themselves – although perhaps it does not come out in the same way – and then they must try to conquer that fault.
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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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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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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.
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The blood is the life!
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I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
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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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