I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
BRAM STOKERI have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.
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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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We learn from failure, not from success!
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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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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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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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How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
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My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.
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You cannot guess or measure the terrible endless longing to see the gates opened, and to be able to join the white figures within.
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Though sympathy alone can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
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We see radiating many long arms with innumerable tentaculae, and in the centre rises a gigantic head with a comprehensive brain and keen eyes to look on every side and ears sensitive to hear–and a voracious mouth to swallow.
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It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
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We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!
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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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Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
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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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I could not resist the temptation of mystifying him a bit, I suppose it is some taste of the original apple that remains still in our mouths.
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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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For now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help sooth me.
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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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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.
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Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!
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But hush! No telling to others that make so inquisitive questions. We must obey, and silence is a part of obedience, and obedience is to bring you strong and well into loving arms that wait for you.
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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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