And then away for home! Away to the quickest and nearest train! Away from this cursed land, where the devil and his children stil walk with earthly feet!
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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I could not resist the temptation of mystifying him a bit, I suppose it is some taste of the original apple that remains still in our mouths.
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I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry 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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I stood beside Van Helsing, and said;- “Ah, well, poor girl, there is peace for her at last. It is the end!” He turned to me, and said with grave solemnity:- “Not so; alas! not so. It is only the beginning!
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There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
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A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
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We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!
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We learn from failure, not from success!
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For life be, after all, only a waitin’ for somethin’ else than what we’re doin’; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.
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Paris is a city of centralisation–and centralisation and classification are closely allied. In the early times, when centralisation is becoming a fact, its forerunner is classification. All things which are similar or analogous become grouped together, and from the grouping of groups rises one whole or central point.
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Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love?
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Despair has its own calms.
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There is a reason why all things are as they are.
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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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It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
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