She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
BRAM STOKERI have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!
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The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
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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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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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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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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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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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I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us.
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No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
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We learn from failure, not from success!
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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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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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Then they will see that, perhaps, they too have some of the same fault in themselves – although perhaps it does not come out in the same way – and then they must try to conquer that fault.
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Despair has its own calms.
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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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