Truly there is no such thing as finality.
BRAM STOKERI have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us. A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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I will not let you go into the unknown alone.
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But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!
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I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
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If this be an ordered selfishness, then we should pause before we condemn any one for the vice of egoism, for there may be deeper root for its causes than we have knowledge of.
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Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.
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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.
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I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.
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Euthanasia” is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.
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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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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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Faith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
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But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.
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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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The blood is life… and it shall be mine!
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Despair has its own calms.
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