A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
BRAM STOKERWe learn from failure, not from success!
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.
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There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
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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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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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The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
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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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Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.
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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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How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
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It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.
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Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
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Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.
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It would be at once his sheath and his armor, and his weapons to destroy us, his enemies, who are willing to peril even our own souls for the safety of one we love. For the good of mankind, and for the honor and glory of God.
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Ordinary men, to whom all things are possible, don’t often, if ever, think of Heaven. It is a name, and nothing more, and they are content to wait and let things be, but to those who are doomed to be shut out for ever you cannot think what it means.
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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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