The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
BRAM STOKEROh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots of girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on?
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
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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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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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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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Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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For now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help sooth me.
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We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.
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We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.
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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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I want you to believe…to believe in things that you cannot.
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I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.
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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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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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Despair has its own calms.
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You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?
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