As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.
BRAM STOKERRemember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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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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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.
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But hush! No telling to others that make so inquisitive questions. We must obey, and silence is a part of obedience, and obedience is to bring you strong and well into loving arms that wait for you.
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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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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 have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
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Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.
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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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The Dead travel fast.
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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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The blood is the life!
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And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.
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I could not resist the temptation of mystifying him a bit, I suppose it is some taste of the original apple that remains still in our mouths.
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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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