Quotes About Mystery

Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)

Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all, and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain. But

Plötzlich hob er seinen Blick und spürte in der Luft dieses unheimliche Etwas kurz vor Morgengrauen, das den Menschen ein Gruseln einflößt.

He tratado de mantener una mente abierta; y no son las cosas ordinarias de la vida las que pueden cerrarla, sino las cosas extrañas; las cosas extraordinarias, las cosas que lo hacen dudar a uno si son locura o realidad. - Doctor van Helsing.

The traces of such an illness as his do not lightly die away. We should have written long ago, but we knew nothing of his friends, and there was nothing on him, nothing that anyone could understand. He came in the train from Klausenburg, and

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 is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.

It was almost impossible to believe that the things which we had seen with

But now I am glad that I went into detail from the first, for there is something so strange about this place and all in it that I cannot but feel uneasy.

And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere modernity

The horses are nearly ready, and we are soon off. We ride to death of some one. God alone knows who, or where, or what, or when, or how it may be...

He removed the flowers and lifted the silk handkerchief from her throat. As he did so he started back and I could hear his ejaculation, Mein Gott! as it was smothered in his throat. I

for the man was close to me, and I could see him over my shoulder. But there was no reflection of him in the mirror! The whole room behind me was displayed; but there was no sign of a man in it, except myself.

He had evidently forgotten all about the dark stranger

the house which Dracula had bought was the very next one to my own.

enterrât les suicidés

There is a method in his madness

Omne ignotum pro magnifico. Tout ce qui est inconnu paraît insurmontable.

Ah, a falha da nossa ciência é querer explicar tudo, e quando não consegue, diz que não há nada que explicar

La seño ra Westenra

Are we to have nothing tonight? said one of them, with a low laugh, as she pointed to the bag which he had thrown upon the floor, and which moved as though there were some living thing within it. For answer he nodded his head. One of the women jumped forward and opened it. If my ears did not deceive me there was a gasp and a low wail, as of a half smothered child. The women closed round, whilst I was aghast with horror. But as I looked, they disappeared, and with them the dreadful bag.

It is whispered that death has his kingdom in the solitudes beyond the marshes, and lives in a castle so awful to look at that no one has ever seen it. Also it is told that all the evil things that live in the marshes are the disobedient children of death who have left their home and cannot find their way back again

Even in the dark there was a light of some kind, as there ever is over snow; and it seemed as though the snow-flurries and the wreaths of mist took shape as of women with trailing garments.

Author: Bram Stoker