Though sympathy alone can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
BRAM STOKERTake me away from all this Death.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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Oh, 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!
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I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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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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The blood is the life!
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Then a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fear. The sound was taken up by another dog, and then another and another, till, borne on the wind which now sighed softly through the Pass.
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Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
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Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.
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Enter freely and of your own free will!
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A wild howling began, which seemed to come from all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night.
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She is one of God’s women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.
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Let 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
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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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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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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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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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