Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.
BRAM STOKERThe fame of an actor is won in minutes and seconds, not in years.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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I am Dracula, and I bid you welcome . . .
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Despair has its own calms.
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I saw the Count lying within the box upon the earth, some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well.
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How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
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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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She is one of God’s women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.
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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
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A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.
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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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It is ever thus that the things which we do wrong – although they may seem little at the time, and though from the hardness of our hearts we pass them lightly by – come back to us with bitterness.
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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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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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There is a reason why all things are as they are.
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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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