Bram Stoker Quotes
Despair has its own calms.
There is a reason why all things are as they are.
Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
We learn of great things by little experiences.
A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.
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.
Listen to them - children of the night. What music they make.
No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men - even if there are monsters in it.
For life be, after all, only a waitin' for somethin' else than what we're doin'; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.
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.
Once again...welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
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.
He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please.
And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.
Nothing is too small. I counsel you, put down in record even your doubts and surmises. Hereafter it may be of interest to you to see how true you guess. We learn from failure, not from success!
I saw the Count lying within the box upon the earth, some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well.
It is a strange
world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and
troubles. And yet when King Laugh come, he make them
all dance to the tune he play. 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.
Ah, we men and women
are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us different
ways. Then tears come, and like the rain on the ropes,
they brace us up, until perhaps the strain become too
great, and we break. But King Laugh he come like the
sunshine, and he ease off the strain again, and we bear to
go on with our labor, what it may be.
