Take me away from all this Death.

— Bram Stoker

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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.


I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.


We learn from failure, not from success!


Let me be accurate in everything, for though you and I have seen some strange things together, you may at the first think that I, Van Helsing, am mad. That the many horrors and the so long strain on nerves has at the last turn my brain.


I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.


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.


Despair has its own calms.


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.


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


Souls and memories can do strange things during trance.


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.


About Bram Stoker

Quotes 120 sayings
Nationality Irish
Profession Writer
Birthday October 16

Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!


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.


The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.


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


I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.


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.


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.


Truly there is no such thing as finality.


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.


Suddenly, I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the sky.


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.


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


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.


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.


There was a deliberate voluptuousness that was both thrilling and repulsive.

And as she arched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animal till I could see in the moonlight the moisture Then lapped the white, sharp teeth. Lower and lower went her head. I closed my eyes in a languorous ecstasy and waited.


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 mysteriously, and never did the far-away howling of dogs send such a woeful presage through the night.


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.


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.


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


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.


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


But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one.

Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.


There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.


Being proposed to all is very nice and all that sort of thing, but it isn’t at all a happy thing when you have to see a poor fellow, whom you know loves you honestly, going away and looking all broken-hearted, and to know that, no matter what he may say at the moment, you are passing quite out if his life


I will not let you go into the unknown alone.


I stood beside Van Helsing, and said;

- "Ah, well, poor girl, there is peace for her at last. It is the end!" He turned to me, and said with grave solemnity:- "Not so; alas! not so. It is only the beginning!


A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.


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


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


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.


Enter freely and of your own free will!


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


You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?


Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!


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