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.
BRAM STOKERThere 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.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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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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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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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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Let me be accurate in everything, for though you and I have seen some strange things together, you may at the first think that I, Van Helsing, am mad. That the many horrors and the so long strain on nerves has at the last turn my brain.
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No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
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But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.
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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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The angels of the dark, restoring sight; We go — the pains of Day to soothe, console — Awake, arise! Behold thou art made whole.
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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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Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
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And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere ‘modernity’ cannot kill.
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It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
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I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
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Despair has its own calms.
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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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