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,
BRAM STOKERA house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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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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Despair has its own calms.
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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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He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
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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 not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are; that some people see things that others cannot? But there are things old and new which must not be contemplate by men´s eyes, because they know -or think they know- some things which other men have told them..
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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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You cannot guess or measure the terrible endless longing to see the gates opened, and to be able to join the white figures within.
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Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.
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The blood is the life!
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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!
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No one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart.
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I am Dracula, and I bid you welcome . . .
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I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us.
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