How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
BRAM STOKERI saw the Count lying within the box upon the earth, some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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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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A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
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The fame of an actor is won in minutes and seconds, not in years.
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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
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We learn of great things by little experiences.
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I have learned not to think little of any one’s belief, no matter how strange it may be. I have tried to keep an open mind, and it is not the ordinary things of life that could close it, but the strange things, the extraordinary things, the things that make one doubt if they be mad or sane.
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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 longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
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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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Despair has its own calms.
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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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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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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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Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)
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