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!
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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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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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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How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
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A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
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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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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’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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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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I have cried even when the laugh did choke me. But no more think that I am all sorry when I cry, for the laugh he come just the same.
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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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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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The blood is the life!
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She is one of God’s women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.
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Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love?
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I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore.
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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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There is a reason why all things are as they are.
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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)
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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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Do you not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are; that some people see things that others cannot? But there are things old and new which must not be contemplate by men´s eyes, because they know -or think they know- some things which other men have told them..
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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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