Bram Stoker Quotes
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She has man's brain--a brain that a man should have were he much gifted--and woman's heart. The good God fashioned her for a purpose, believe me when He made that so good combination.
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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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We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.
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Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer--both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.
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The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
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I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us. A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.
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I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore.
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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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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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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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All men are mad in some way or the other, and inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen, so deal with God's madmen too, the rest of the world.
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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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My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.
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I want you to believe...to believe in things that you cannot.
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Let me tell you, my friend, that there are things done today in electrical science which would have been deemed unholy by the very man who discovered electricity, who would themselves not so long before been burned as wizards.
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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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A brave man's hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman's love to hear its music.
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But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!
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But we are pledged to set the world free. Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret. For in this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength. 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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Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
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He seemed so confident that I, remembering my own confidence two nights before and with the baneful result, felt awe and vague terror. It must have been my weakness that made me hesitate to tell it to my friend, but I felt it all the more, like unshed tears.
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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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I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.
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How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men--even if there are monsters in it.