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.
BRAM STOKERChasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.
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These infinitesimal distinctions between man and man are too paltry for an Omnipotent Being. How these madmen give themselves away! The real God taketh heed lest a sparrow fall. But the God created from human vanity sees no difference between an eagle and a sparrow.
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I will not let you go into the unknown alone.
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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 was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word, DRACULA.
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Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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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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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.
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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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But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!
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No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
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I have learned not to think little of any one’s belief, no matter how strange it may be. I have tried to keep an open mind, and it is not the ordinary things of life that could close it, but the strange things, the extraordinary things, the things that make one doubt if they be mad or sane.
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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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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’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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