She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
BRAM STOKEROnce again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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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.
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The fame of an actor is won in minutes and seconds, not in years.
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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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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.
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My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.
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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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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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I saw the Count lying within the box upon the earth, some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well.
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Souls and memories can do strange things during trance.
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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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But hush! No telling to others that make so inquisitive questions. We must obey, and silence is a part of obedience, and obedience is to bring you strong and well into loving arms that wait for you.
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Faith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
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A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.
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No man knows where the Castle of King Death is. All men and women, boys and girls, and even little wee children should so live that when they have to enter the Castle and see the grim King, they may not fear to behold his face.
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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.
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