I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.
BRAM STOKEROh, my dear, if you only knew how strange is the matter regarding which I am here, it is you who would laugh.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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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 sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.
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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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Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.
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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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Keep it always with you that laughter who knock at your door and say, ‘May I come in?’ is not true laughter. No! He is a king, and he come when and how he like. He ask no person, he choose no time of suitability. He say, ‘I am here.
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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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Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.
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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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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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Above the care of Nature and of State, Suspended in the noon of Night we wait, All slumber nursing, to make sweet and pure, While secret Nature, weaving works the cure. We are the handmaids of the hollow night,
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Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
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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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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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Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer–both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.
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