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.
BRAM STOKERLoneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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Oh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots of girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on?
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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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My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.
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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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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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Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!
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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.
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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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Whether it is the old lady’s fear, or the many ghostly traditions of this place, or the crucifix itself, I do not know, but I am not feeling nearly as easy in my mind as usual.
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Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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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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I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.
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For now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help sooth me.
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We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.
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Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall — all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him.
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But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!
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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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It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.
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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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It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles; and yet when King Laugh come he make them all dance to the tune he play.
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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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But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!
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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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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 bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
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