But hush! No telling to others that make so inquisitive questions. We must obey, and silence is a part of obedience, and obedience is to bring you strong and well into loving arms that wait for you.
BRAM STOKERWe are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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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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Let me tell you, my friend, that there are things done today in electrical science which would have been deemed unholy by the very man who discovered electricity, who would themselves not so long before been burned as wizards
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It 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.
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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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Even 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.
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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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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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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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Suddenly, I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the sky.
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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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I have cried even when the laugh did choke me. But no more think that I am all sorry when I cry, for the laugh he come just the same.
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There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
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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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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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As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.
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But we are pledged to set the world free. Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret. For in 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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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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Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
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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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You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?
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The blood is life… and it shall be mine!
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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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Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
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There 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.
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Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.
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The Dead travel fast.
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