Sleep has no place it can call its own.
BRAM STOKERAnd so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.
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She is one of God’s women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.
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I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!
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The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
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We see radiating many long arms with innumerable tentaculae, and in the centre rises a gigantic head with a comprehensive brain and keen eyes to look on every side and ears sensitive to hear–and a voracious mouth to swallow.
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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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There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
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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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Though sympathy alone can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
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Euthanasia” is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.
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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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She is one of God’s women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.
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The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
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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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