Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
BRAM STOKEROur toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.
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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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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The inscrutable laws of sex have so arranged that even a timid woman is not afraid of a fierce and haughty man.
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Whether it is the old lady’s fear, or the many ghostly traditions of this place, or the crucifix itself, I do not know, but I am not feeling nearly as easy in my mind as usual.
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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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Take me away from all this Death.
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Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.
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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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He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please.
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It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
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Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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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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Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
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Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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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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