I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
BRAM STOKERYou cannot guess or measure the terrible endless longing to see the gates opened, and to be able to join the white figures within.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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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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Whether it is the old lady’s fear, or the many ghostly traditions of this place, or the crucifix itself, I do not know, but I am not feeling nearly as easy in my mind as usual.
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We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!
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Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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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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It would be at once his sheath and his armor, and his weapons to destroy us, his enemies, who are willing to peril even our own souls for the safety of one we love. For the good of mankind, and for the honor and glory of God.
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There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
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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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No one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart.
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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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Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.
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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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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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Let me be accurate in everything, for though you and I have seen some strange things together, you may at the first think that I, Van Helsing, am mad. That the many horrors and the so long strain on nerves has at the last turn my brain.
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Then a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fear. The sound was taken up by another dog, and then another and another, till, borne on the wind which now sighed softly through the Pass.
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