Bram Stoker Quotes - Page 2

Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me! 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.

The blood is the life!

But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.

The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.

She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.

Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.

The fame of an actor is won in minutes and seconds, not in years.

Take me away from all this Death.

No one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart.

I am Dracula, and I bid you welcome . . .

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

Once again...welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.

It is really wonderful how much resilience there is in human nature. Let any obstructing cause, no matter what, be removed in any way, even by death, and we fly back to first principles of hope and enjoyment.

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!

Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.

Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.

Euthanasia" is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.

Enter freely and of your own free will!

With his long sharp nails he opened a vein in his breast. When the blood began to spurt out, he took my hands in one of his, holding them tight and with the other ceased my neck and pressed my mouth to the wound so that I must either suffocate or swallow... Some of the...Oh my god…my god What have I done?

Because if a woman's heart was free a man might have hope.

It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.

There are such beings as vampires, some of us have evidence that they exist. Even had we not the proof of our own unhappy experience, the teachings and the records of the past give proof enough for sane peoples.

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.

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. 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.

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.