Whether it is the old lady’s fear, or the many ghostly traditions of this place, or the crucifix itself, I do not know, but I am not feeling nearly as easy in my mind as usual.
BRAM STOKERWhether it is the old lady’s fear, or the many ghostly traditions of this place, or the crucifix itself, I do not know, but I am not feeling nearly as easy in my mind as usual.
BRAM STOKERThe blood is the life!
BRAM STOKERI have cried even when the laugh did choke me. But no more think that I am all sorry when I cry, for the laugh he come just the same.
BRAM STOKERThe Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
BRAM STOKERAbove 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,
BRAM STOKERDespair has its own calms.
BRAM STOKERWe are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!
BRAM STOKERI do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore.
BRAM STOKEREuthanasia” is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.
BRAM STOKERAnd 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 STOKERA house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
BRAM STOKERShe was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
BRAM STOKERNature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
BRAM STOKERBleeding 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.
BRAM STOKERSleep has no place it can call its own.
BRAM STOKERThe 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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