It is something like the way dame Nature gathers round a foreign body an envelope of some insensitive tissue which can protect from evil that which it would otherwise harm by contact.
BRAM STOKERNature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.
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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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I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
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The blood is the life!
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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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And then away for home! Away to the quickest and nearest train! Away from this cursed land, where the devil and his children stil walk with earthly feet!
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But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.
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He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please.
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Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer–both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.
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Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.
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We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.
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It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles; and yet when King Laugh come he make them all dance to the tune he play.
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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 is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.
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