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.
BRAM STOKERGood women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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Enter freely and of your own free will!
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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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For me, I say no, but then I am old, and life, with his sunshine, his fair places, his song of birds, his music and his love, lie far behind. You others are young. Some have seen sorrow, but there are fair days yet in store. What say you?
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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.
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There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
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Do you not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are; that some people see things that others cannot? But there are things old and new which must not be contemplate by men´s eyes, because they know -or think they know- some things which other men have told them..
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I have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of me.
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You cannot guess or measure the terrible endless longing to see the gates opened, and to be able to join the white figures within.
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We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.
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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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I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
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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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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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