Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.
BRAM STOKERThis man belongs to me, I want him!
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
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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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How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
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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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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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Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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It is really wonderful how much resilience there is in human nature. Let any obstructing cause, no matter what, be removed in any way, even by death, and we fly back to first principles of hope and enjoyment.
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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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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 the life!
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Paris is a city of centralisation–and centralisation and classification are closely allied. In the early times, when centralisation is becoming a fact, its forerunner is classification. All things which are similar or analogous become grouped together, and from the grouping of groups rises one whole or central point.
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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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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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Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
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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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