Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
BRAM STOKERI suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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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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The inscrutable laws of sex have so arranged that even a timid woman is not afraid of a fierce and haughty man.
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It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.
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Take me away from all this Death.
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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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I have learned not to think little of any one’s belief, no matter how strange it may be. I have tried to keep an open mind, and it is not the ordinary things of life that could close it, but the strange things, the extraordinary things, the things that make one doubt if they be mad or sane.
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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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He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
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I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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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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Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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The blood is the life!
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Above the care of Nature and of State, Suspended in the noon of Night we wait, All slumber nursing, to make sweet and pure, While secret Nature, weaving works the cure. We are the handmaids of the hollow night,
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