It is ever thus that the things which we do wrong – although they may seem little at the time, and though from the hardness of our hearts we pass them lightly by – come back to us with bitterness.
BRAM STOKERThere 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.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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We learn of great things by little experiences.
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It is something like the way dame Nature gathers round a foreign body an envelope of some insensitive tissue which can protect from evil that which it would otherwise harm by contact.
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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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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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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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Oh, my dear, if you only knew how strange is the matter regarding which I am here, it is you who would laugh.
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The blood is the life!
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No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
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I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.
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Faith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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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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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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Euthanasia” is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.
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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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