Ordinary men, to whom all things are possible, don’t often, if ever, think of Heaven. It is a name, and nothing more, and they are content to wait and let things be, but to those who are doomed to be shut out for ever you cannot think what it means.
BRAM STOKERThe fame of an actor is won in minutes and seconds, not in years.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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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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Despair has its own calms.
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The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
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I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
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Enter freely and of your own free will!
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We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.
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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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The blood is the life!
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No man knows where the Castle of King Death is. All men and women, boys and girls, and even little wee children should so live that when they have to enter the Castle and see the grim King, they may not fear to behold his face.
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I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
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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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A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.
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Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
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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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Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.
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