The blood is life… and it shall be mine!
BRAM STOKERWe see radiating many long arms with innumerable tentaculae, and in the centre rises a gigantic head with a comprehensive brain and keen eyes to look on every side and ears sensitive to hear–and a voracious mouth to swallow.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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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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Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.
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But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.
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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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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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Oh, my dear, if you only knew how strange is the matter regarding which I am here, it is you who would laugh.
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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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If this be an ordered selfishness, then we should pause before we condemn any one for the vice of egoism, for there may be deeper root for its causes than we have knowledge of.
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The blood is the life!
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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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But we are pledged to set the world free. Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret. For in this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.
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But we are pledged to set the world free. Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret. For in this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.
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I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.
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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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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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