Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
BRAM STOKERListen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
BRAM STOKERThere are such beings as vampires, some of us have evidence that they exist. Even had we not the proof of our own unhappy experience, the teachings and the records of the past give proof enough for sane peoples.
BRAM STOKEREven if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer–both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.
BRAM STOKERDespair has its own calms.
BRAM STOKERListen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
BRAM STOKERI 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.
BRAM STOKERIt is really wonderful how much resilience there is in human nature. Let any obstructing cause, no matter what, be removed in any way, even by death, and we fly back to first principles of hope and enjoyment.
BRAM STOKERA house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
BRAM STOKERNo one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart.
BRAM STOKERHow 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.
BRAM STOKERNo man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
BRAM STOKEROur 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 STOKERIt is something like the way dame Nature gathers round a foreign body an envelope of some insensitive tissue which can protect from evil that which it would otherwise harm by contact.
BRAM STOKERThen they will see that, perhaps, they too have some of the same fault in themselves – although perhaps it does not come out in the same way – and then they must try to conquer that fault.
BRAM STOKERShe was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
BRAM STOKERAnd 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