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.
BRAM STOKEROh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me!
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
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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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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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He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please.
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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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We learn of great things by little experiences.
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Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.
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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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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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How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
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No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
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But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.
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Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
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How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet 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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