Quotes from Bram Stoker

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

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

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.

No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.

A brave man's hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman's love to hear its music.

She is one of God's women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.

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

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

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!

We learn of great things by little experiences.

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

Despair has its own calms.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

The blood is life... and it shall be mine!

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.

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.

Count Dracula had directed me to go to the Golden Krone Hotel, which I found, to my great delight, to be thoroughly old-fashioned, for of course I wanted to see all I could of the ways of the country.

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

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.