Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
BRAM STOKERHe means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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The angels of the dark, restoring sight; We go — the pains of Day to soothe, console — Awake, arise! Behold thou art made whole.
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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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We learn of great things by little experiences.
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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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Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.
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I stood beside Van Helsing, and said;- “Ah, well, poor girl, there is peace for her at last. It is the end!” He turned to me, and said with grave solemnity:- “Not so; alas! not so. It is only the beginning!
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Doctor, you don’t know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don’t; you couldn’t with eyebrows like yours.
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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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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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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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Euthanasia” is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.
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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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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
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