I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
BRAM STOKERRemember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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The blood is the life!
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We learn from failure, not from success!
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Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall — all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him.
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You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?
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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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And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere ‘modernity’ cannot kill.
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A brave man’s hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman’s love to hear its music.
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We learn of great things by little experiences.
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Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.
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Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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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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I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
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There are such beings as vampires, some of us have evidence that they exist. Even had we not the proof of our own unhappy experience, the teachings and the records of the past give proof enough for sane peoples.
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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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