I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
BRAM STOKERAnd yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere ‘modernity’ cannot kill.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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I am Dracula, and I bid you welcome . . .
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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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I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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Euthanasia” is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.
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It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.
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I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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The inscrutable laws of sex have so arranged that even a timid woman is not afraid of a fierce and haughty man.
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Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
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I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us. A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.
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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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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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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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There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
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Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall — all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him.
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