Bram Stoker Quotes

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.

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.

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.

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.

Are we to have nothing tonight?" said one of them, with a low laugh, as she pointed to the bag which he had thrown upon the floor, and which moved as though there were some living thing within it. For...

You reason well, and your wit is bold, but you are too prejudiced. You do not let your eyes see nor your ears hear, and that which is outside your daily life is not of account to you. Do you not think...

Despair has its own calms.

And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere 'modernity' cannot kill.

We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.

Never did tombs look so ghastly white. Never did cypress, or yew, or juniper so seem the embodiment of funeral gloom. Never did tree or grass wave or rustle so ominously. Never did bough creak so myst...

Though sympathy alone can't alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.

Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.

I want you to believe...to believe in things that you cannot.

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?

But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.

Whether it is the old lady's fear, or the many ghostly traditions of this place, or the crucifix itself, I do not know, but I am not feeling nearly as easy in my mind as usual.

I have crossed oceans of time to find you.

Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.

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