He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please.
BRAM STOKERI’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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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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Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!
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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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I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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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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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.
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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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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.
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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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A brave man’s hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman’s love to hear its music.
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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)
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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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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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