Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.
BRAM STOKERI have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
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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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We see radiating many long arms with innumerable tentaculae, and in the centre rises a gigantic head with a comprehensive brain and keen eyes to look on every side and ears sensitive to hear–and a voracious mouth to swallow.
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A wild howling began, which seemed to come from all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night.
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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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I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
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Oh, my dear, if you only knew how strange is the matter regarding which I am here, it is you who would laugh.
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Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
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The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
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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.
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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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I could not resist the temptation of mystifying him a bit, I suppose it is some taste of the original apple that remains still in our mouths.
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Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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Then a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fear. The sound was taken up by another dog, and then another and another, till, borne on the wind which now sighed softly through the Pass.
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