Despair has its own calms.
BRAM STOKERDespair has its own calms.
BRAM STOKERDo you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love?
BRAM STOKERAs yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.
BRAM STOKERBut we are pledged to set the world free. Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret. For in this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.
BRAM STOKERLet me tell you, my friend, that there are things done today in electrical science which would have been deemed unholy by the very man who discovered electricity, who would themselves not so long before been burned as wizards
BRAM STOKERFaith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
BRAM STOKERI want you to believe…to believe in things that you cannot.
BRAM STOKERTake me away from all this Death.
BRAM STOKERHe means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
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 STOKERI will not let you go into the unknown alone.
BRAM STOKERDoctor, you don’t know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don’t; you couldn’t with eyebrows like yours.
BRAM STOKERAnd so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.
BRAM STOKERShe was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
BRAM STOKEROh, my dear, if you only knew how strange is the matter regarding which I am here, it is you who would laugh.
BRAM STOKERThere 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.
BRAM STOKER