Quotes from Bram Stoker

She seemed like a nightmare of Lucy as she lay there, the pointed teeth, the blood stained, voluptuous mouth, which made one shudder to see, the whole carnal and unspirited appearance, seeming like a devilish mockery of Lucy's sweet purity.

Amo la sombra y la oscuridad, y prefiero, cuando puedo, estar a solas con mis pensamientos.

If this be an ordered selfishness, then we should pause before we condemn any one for the vice of egoism, for there may be deeper root for its causes than we have knowledge of.

Arthur placed the point over the heart, and as I looked I could see its dint in the white flesh. Then he struck with all his might.

The rats were all gone, but He slid into the room through the sash, though it was only open an inch wide-just as the Moon herself has often come in through the tiniest crack, and has stood before me in all her size and splendour.

Some of the 'new woman' writers will someday start and idea that men and women should be allowed to see each other asleep before proposing or accepting. but i suppose the new woman won't condescend in future to accept; she will do the proposing herself. And a nice job she will make of it, too! There's some consolation in that

And, my good friend John, let me caution you. You deal with the madmen. 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.

You and I, Mina dear, who are engaged and are going to settle down soon soberly into old married women, can despise vanity.

The captain swore polyglot, very polyglot, polyglot with bloom and blood, but he could do nothing.

To believe in things that you cannot. Let me illustrate. I heard once of an American who so defined faith, 'that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.' For one, I follow that man. He meant that we shall have an open mind, and not let a little bit of truth check the rush of the big truth, like a small rock does a railway truck.

Good boy, said Dr. Van Helsing. Brave boy. Quincey is all man. God bless him for it.

The strength of the vampire is that people will not believe in him

Jonathan's eyes closed, and he went quickly into a sleep, with his head on my shoulder.

Away from this cursed spot, from this cursed land, where the devil and his children still walk with earthly feet!

Why can't they let a girl marry three men, or as many as want her, and save all this trouble?

Why not advance science in its most difficult and vital aspect, the knowledge of the brain? Had I even the secret of one such mind, did I hold the key to the fancy of even one lunatic, I might advance my own branch of science to a pitch compared with which Burdon-Sanderson's physiology or Ferrier's brain knowledge would be as nothing.

She threw herself on her knees, and raising up her hands, cried the same words in tones which wrung my heart. Then she tore her hair and beat her breast, and abandoned herself to all the violences of extravagant emotion.

I desire it much, nay I will take no refusal.

What sort of grim adventure was it on which I had embarked?

He was a good fellow, but his rejoicing at the one little part—in which he was officially interested—of so great a tragedy, was an object-lesson in the limitations of sympathetic understanding.

But, on the instant, came the sweep and flash of Jonathan's great knife. I shrieked as I saw it shear through the throat. Whilst at the same moment Mr. Morris's bowie knife plunged into the heart. 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.

We only waited to learn where the change would occur. None the less, however, it was a surprise. I suppose that nature works on such a hopeful basis that we believe against ourselves that things will be as they ought to be, not as we should know that they will be. Transcendentalism is a beacon to the angels, even if it be a will-o'-the-wisp to man.

for, though sympathy can't alter facts, it can make them more bearable.

I must not wish you no pain, for that can never be, but I do hope you will be always as happy as I am now" Excerpt From: Stoker, Bram. "Dracula." iBooks. This material may be protected by copyright. Check out this book on the iBookstore: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/drac...