You cannot guess or measure the terrible endless longing to see the gates opened, and to be able to join the white figures within.
BRAM STOKERI am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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Though sympathy alone can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
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These infinitesimal distinctions between man and man are too paltry for an Omnipotent Being. How these madmen give themselves away! The real God taketh heed lest a sparrow fall. But the God created from human vanity sees no difference between an eagle and a sparrow.
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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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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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Faith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
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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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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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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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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.
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Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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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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I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
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It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
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Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
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