No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
BRAM STOKERFaith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.
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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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The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
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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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My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.
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Though sympathy alone can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
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Doctor, you don’t know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don’t; you couldn’t with eyebrows like yours.
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No man knows where the Castle of King Death is. All men and women, boys and girls, and even little wee children should so live that when they have to enter the Castle and see the grim King, they may not fear to behold his face.
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The blood is the life!
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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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Our 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.
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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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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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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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