I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing. Bram Stoker More Quotes by Bram Stoker More Quotes From Bram Stoker Enter freely and of your own free will! Bram Stoker count-draculafree-will I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore. Bram Stoker ablefashiondresses No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves. Bram Stoker feelsmenblood You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so? Bram Stoker count-draculalove-youpast I have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of me. Bram Stoker shouldwould-belong And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere 'modernity' cannot kill. Bram Stoker modernitydeceivingcentury Sleep has no place it can call its own. Bram Stoker sleep Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me. Bram Stoker There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely. Bram Stoker bad-dreamdreamsleep 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. Bram Stoker wisemenbelieve These infinitesimal distinctions between man and man are too paltry for an Omnipotent Being. How these madmen give themselves away! The real God taketh heed lest a sparrow fall. But the God created from human vanity sees no difference between an eagle and a sparrow. Bram Stoker realmenfall I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does. Bram Stoker airdoerain 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. Bram Stoker kingsheartfall I could not resist the temptation of mystifying him a bit, I suppose it is some taste of the original apple that remains still in our mouths. Bram Stoker applestemptationmouths The blood is life... and it shall be mine! Bram Stoker minesblood I want to cut off her head and take out her heart. Bram Stoker cuttingwantheart A brave man's hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman's love to hear its music. Bram Stoker bravemenhands I'm a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up. Bram Stoker cracksstandingnuts Then a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fear. The sound was taken up by another dog, and then another and another, till, borne on the wind which now sighed softly through the Pass, a wild howling began, which seemed to come from all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night. Bram Stoker takendogcountry Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead. Bram Stoker entrancescastlesliterature
