Bram Stoker Quotes
I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.
Once again...welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
Euthanasia" is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.
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.
Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love?
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.
How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men--even if there are monsters in it.
There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.
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.
Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
Oh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots of girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on?
Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.
I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!
It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.
A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
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.
There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.
I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.
Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.
But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.
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!
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.