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 STOKERShe was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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Faith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
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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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And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere ‘modernity’ cannot kill.
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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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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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Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
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A wild howling began, which seemed to come from all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night.
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If this be an ordered selfishness, then we should pause before we condemn any one for the vice of egoism, for there may be deeper root for its causes than we have knowledge of.
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Despair has its own calms.
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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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Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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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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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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He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
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The blood is life… and it shall be mine!
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