Quotes from Bram Stoker

Bless that good, good woman who hung the crucifix round my neck! for it is a comfort and a strength to me whenever I touch it. It is odd that a thing which I have been taught to regard with disfavour and as idolatrous should in a time of loneliness and trouble be of help. Is it that there is something in the essence of the thing itself, or that it is a medium, a tangible help, in conveying memories of sympathy and comfort?

knowledge is stronger than memory

We shall tell you all in good time. We are men and are able to bear

Welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring!" The

But just then the moon, sailing through the black clouds, appeared behind the jagged crest of a beetling, pine-clad rock, and by its light I saw around us a ring of wolves, with white teeth and lolling red tongues, with long, sinewy limbs and shaggy hair. They were

you don't know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don't; you couldn't with eyebrows like yours.

Despair has its own calms

I pity your poor bleeding heart

In manustuas, Domine!

One of my companions whispered to another the line from Burger's "Lenore":— "Denn die Todten reiten schnell"— ("For the dead travel fast.")

our souls are knit into one, for all life and all time

Es esa facultad que nos permite creer en lo que nosotros sabemos que no es verdad.

I am no longer young, and my heart, through weary years of mourning over the dead, is not attuned to mirth. Moreover, the walls of my castle are broken. The shadows are many, and the wind breathes cold through the broken battlements and casements. I love the shade and the shadow, and I would be alone with my thoughts when I may

Bienvenido a mi casa! ¡Entre libremente y por su propia voluntad!

Señora Mina, las buenas mujeres dicen toda su vida, y día a dia, hora por hora y minuto a minuto, muchas cosas que los ángeles pueden leer; y nosotros los hombres que deseamos saber tenemos dentro algo de ojos de ángel.

Todos estamos locos, de un modo u otro; y del mismo modo que tratas a tus locos con discreción, deberías tratar a los locos de Dios, o sea el resto del mundo.

It seems that there is never to be any perfect rest. Even in Eden the snake rears its head among the laden boughs of the Tree of Knowledge. The silence of the dreamless night is broken by the roar of the avalanche; the hissing of sudden floods; the clanging of the engine bell marking its sweep through a sleeping American town; the clanking of distant paddles over the sea....

En el caso que ahora nos ocupa, guardarás para ti el secreto hasta que nuestras convicciones sean más sólidas.

que todos bailemos al son de la tonada que ella toca. Corazones sangrantes, y secos huesos en los cementerios, y lágrimas que queman al caer..., todos bailan juntos la misma música que ella ejecuta con esa boca sin risa que posee.

We Szekelys2 have a right to be proud, for in our veins flows the blood of many brave races3

in many ways the UnDead are strong. He have always

why are men so noble when we women are so little worthy of them?

Love has a modesty of its own, whose lines are boldly drawn, and whose rules are stern.

Irresistiblemente pensé que la vida, la vida animal, no era la única cosa que pasaba y desaparecía.