Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.
BRAM STOKERYes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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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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No man knows where the Castle of King Death is. All men and women, boys and girls, and even little wee children should so live that when they have to enter the Castle and see the grim King, they may not fear to behold his face.
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For me, I say no, but then I am old, and life, with his sunshine, his fair places, his song of birds, his music and his love, lie far behind. You others are young. Some have seen sorrow, but there are fair days yet in store. What say you?
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There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.
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Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.
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There is a reason why all things are as they are.
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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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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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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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Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.
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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.
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Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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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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