Then they will see that, perhaps, they too have some of the same fault in themselves – although perhaps it does not come out in the same way – and then they must try to conquer that fault.
BRAM STOKEREven if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer–both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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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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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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Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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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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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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We learn of great things by little experiences.
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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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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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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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I am Dracula, and I bid you welcome . . .
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All men are mad in some way or the other, and inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen, so deal with God’s madmen too, the rest of the world.
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He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
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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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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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