Quotes from Bram Stoker

The other was fair, as fair as can be, with great masses of golden hair and eyes like pale sapphires.

La vita è solo l'attesa di qualcosa di diverso da quello che stiamo facendo; e la morte è tutto quello che giustamente possiamo aspettarci.

When she saw my face at the window she threw herself forward, and shouted in a voice laden with menace, "Monster, give me my child!

Some girls are so vain! You and I, Mina dear, who are engaged and are going to settle down soon soberly into old married women, can despise vanity. Well

stregoica"—witch, "vrolok" and "vlkoslak"—both of which mean the same thing, one being Slovak and the other Servian for something that is either were-wolf or vampire. (Mem., I must ask the Count about these superstitions)

I am here to do your bidding, Master. I am your slave, and you will reward me, for I shall be faithful. I have worshipped you long and afar off. Now that you are near, I await your commands, and you will not pass me by, will you, dear Master, in your distribution of good things? He is a selfish old beggar anyhow.

do believe the dear soul thought I might be jealous lest my poor dear should have fallen in love with any other girl. The idea of my being jealous about Jonathan! And yet, my dear, let me whisper, I felt a thrill of joy through me when I knew that no other woman was a cause for trouble. I am now sitting by his bedside, where I can see his face while he sleeps.

I wish I were with you, dear, sitting by the fire undressing, as we used to sit; and I would try to tell you what I feel. I do not know how I am writing this even to you. I am afraid to stop, or I should tear up the letter, and I don't want to stop, for I do so want to tell you all.

Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make! Seeing, I suppose, some expression in my face strange to him, he added, Ah, sir, you dwellers in the city cannot enter into the feelings of the hunter. Then he rose and said. But

It's better worth being late for a chance of winning you than being in time for any other girl in the world.

How can he"—and he pointed at me with the same look and gesture as that with which once he pointed me out to his class, on, or rather after, a particular occasion which he never fails to remind me of—"know anything of a young ladies?

that it is in trouble and trial that our faith is tested. That we must keep on trusting, and that God will aid us up to the end. The end! Oh my God! What end? . . . To work! To work!

É de facto verdade que o conhecimento é mais cego do que a inocência

The women looked pretty, except when you got near them

and the young do not tell themselves to the young, but to the old, like me, who have known so many sorrows and the causes of them.

I had hung my shaving glass by the window, and was just beginning to shave. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder, and heard the Count's voice saying to me, "Good morning." I started, for it amazed me that I had not seen him, since the reflection of the glass covered the whole room behind me.

I am not sleepy myself, though I am weary… weary to death.

everywhere, and all locked and bolted. In no place save from the windows in the castle walls is there an available exit. The castle is a veritable prison, and I am a prisoner!

Just fancy! He is only nine-and-twenty, and he has an immense lunatic asylum all under his own care.

Never did tree or grass wave or rustle so ominously. Never did bough creak so mysteriously, and never did the far-away howling

There was something diabolically sweet in her tones—something of the tingling of glass when struck—which rang through the brains even of us who heard the words addressed to another.

What devil or what witch was ever so great as Attila, whose blood is in these veins?

His head is what you call in plane with the horizon.

Tell him what I think, if you can guess it, if you will. Nay, I am not jesting. This is no jest, but life and death