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.
BRAM STOKERI am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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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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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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I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.
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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles; and yet when King Laugh come he make them all dance to the tune he play.
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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. A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.
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Euthanasia” is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.
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A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.
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Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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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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Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.
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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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The Dead travel fast.
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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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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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