black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.

Bram Stoker

Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
BRAM STOKER

Castle Count Entrance Fix Left More Undead
For life be, after all, only a waitin’ for somethin’ else than what we’re doin’; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.
BRAM STOKER

After Death Depend Life Only Rightly Something Waiting
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.
BRAM STOKER

Animal Ideas Looks Obstacle
And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere ‘modernity’ cannot kill.
BRAM STOKER

Century Deceiving Modernity Power
I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us.
BRAM STOKER

Always Animal Between Durability Look Obstacle Pronounce Some Thought Us Well Wild
We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.
BRAM STOKER

All Anchor Drift Faith Now Only Our Reward
The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
BRAM STOKER

Beautiful Beauty Fair Only Pure Soul Task World
We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.
BRAM STOKER

Country Many Our People Person Place Strange Thing Way
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.
BRAM STOKER

Began Draw Gloom Red Remain Snow
The blood is the life!
BRAM STOKER

Blood Life
Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.
BRAM STOKER

All Different Direction Drawn Fight Like Men Pull Rope Strain Women
She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
BRAM STOKER

Beautiful Death Grey Pale
It would be at once his sheath and his armor, and his weapons to destroy us, his enemies, who are willing to peril even our own souls for the safety of one we love. For the good of mankind, and for the honor and glory of God.
BRAM STOKER

Armor Enemy Glory God Honour Love Peril Safety Sheath Soul Weapon
She is one of God’s women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.
BRAM STOKER

Earth Hands Heaven Light Men Women
There is a reason why all things are as they are.
BRAM STOKER

All Things Reason
The blood is the life!
BRAM STOKER

Blood Life People

It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

More Bram Stoker Quotes