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 STOKERTake me away from all this Death.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.
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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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There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.
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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.
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No one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart.
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Faith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
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Then 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.
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I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.
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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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Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
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We learn from failure, not from success!
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I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
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