The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
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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I have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of me.
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We learn of great things by little experiences.
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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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Euthanasia” is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.
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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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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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It 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.
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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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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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How 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.
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Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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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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The angels of the dark, restoring sight; We go — the pains of Day to soothe, console — Awake, arise! Behold thou art made whole.
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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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