98 Top Quotes By Bram Stoker. The Author Of Dracula
Creator of Dracula
Clontarf, Dublin, Ireland
Abraham Stoker, who was better known by his nickname Bram, was an author from Ireland, who wrote the legendary gothic novel Dracula in 1897. Stoker studied mathematics at the prestigious Trinity College in Dublin and since he had been a theatre buff during his days a student, he secured a job as theatre critic at the publication Dublin Evening Mail. Later on he got on touch with actor Henry Irving and became his assistant, before being appointed as the manager at the famous Lyceum Theater. However, Stoker will always be known for being the author of Dracula, that went on to become one of the greatest novels in the genre of gothic fiction of all time and has been read by millions of people all over the world. The book has also been the subject of several plays, telivision series and films. His other notable works include, The Primrose Path, Miss Betty, Lady Athlyne, The Shoulder of Shasta, The Lair of the White Worm and The Jewel of Seven Stars among others. Stoke is without doubt one of the most significant authors to have ever lived and here are some of the more famous quotes from his life and work.
There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights. Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make! We learn from failure, not from success! Once again...welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring. There is a reason why all things are as they are. I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air. Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker 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! I want you to believe...to believe in things that you cannot. Despair has its own calms. I will not let you go into the unknown alone. Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings. How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men--even if there are monsters in it. Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer--both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams. Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.) I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats. No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be. No one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart. Though sympathy alone can't alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable. Doctor, you don't know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don't; you couldn't with eyebrows like yours. I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him. How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams. The last I saw of Count Dracula was his kissing his hand to me, with a red light of triumph in his eyes, and with a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of. 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. No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves. Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love? She has man's brain--a brain that a man should have were he much gifted--and woman's heart. The good God fashioned her for a purpose, believe me when He made that so good combination. 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. Euthanasia" is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it. Come freely, go safely and leave something of the happiness you bring. There was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word, DRACULA. I have been so long master
that I would be master still, or at least that none other
should be master of me. Enter freely and of your own free will! But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together. There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part. I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does. This man belongs to me, I want him! I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing. Take me away from all this Death. We learn of great things by little experiences. But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for. Because if a woman's heart was free a man might have hope. Oh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots of girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on? I could not resist the temptation of mystifying him a bit, I suppose it is some taste of the original apple that remains still in our mouths. I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us. A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea. There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely. The world seems full of good men, even if there are monsters in it. Sleep has no place it can call its own. I want to cut off her head and take out her heart. It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import. Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read. And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere 'modernity' cannot kill. Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me. Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands. Truly there is no such thing as finality. Welcome to my house! Enter freely. Go safely, and leave something of the happiness you bring. 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. You yourself never loved; you never love!
Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so? It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine. She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death. My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side. We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor. It is really wonderful how much resilience there is in human nature. Let any obstructing cause, no matter what, be removed in any way, even by death, and we fly back to first principles of hope and enjoyment. What manner of man is this, or what manner of creature is it in the semblance of man? I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up. But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame! 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. There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration. All men are mad in some way or another, and inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen, so deal with God's madmen too, the rest of the world. The blood is life... and it shall be mine! Is it possible that love is all subjective, or all objective? Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him! He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow. Perhaps I may gain more knowledge out of the folly of this madman than I shall from the teaching of the most wise. Souls and memories can do strange things during trance. I feel myself quite wild with excitement. I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore. The warlike days are over. Blood is too precious a thing in these days of dishonorable peace; and the glories of the great races are as a tale that is told. And, to our bitter grief, with a smile and in silence, he died, a gallant gentleman. For now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help sooth me. 274. "I have crossed oceans of time to find you. I am Dracula;and i bid you welcome,Mr. Harker,to my house. Man cannot be trusted unless they are watched Come,' he said, 'come, we must see and act. Devils or no devils, or all the devils at once, it matters not; we fight him all the same. Perhaps at the end the little things may teach us most. Don't you know that I am sane and earnest now, that I am no lunatic in a mad fit, but a sane man fighting for his soul? A kitten, a nice, little, sleek playful kitten, that I can play with, and teach, and feed, and feed, and feed! I pray you, be seated and sup how you please. You will I trust, excuse me that I do not join you, but I have dined already, and I do not sup. Water sleeps, and the enemy is sleepless. If that other fellow doesn't know his happiness, well, he'd better look for it soon, or he'll have to deal with me.
And you, their best beloved one, are now to me, flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press for awhile; and shall later on be my companion and my helper.
You must not be alone; for to be alone is to be full of fears amd alarms.
Do not fear to think even the most not-probable.
Clasps his laps around minas throat, pieces her skin and drinks her blood. He then forces her into an act that binds her to the vampire for eternity
You might as well ask a man to eat molecules with a pair of chop-sticks, as to try to interest me, about the lesser carnivora, when I know of what is before me.
Seven years ago we all went through the flames; and the happiness of some of us since then is, we think, well worth the pain we endured... I read that every known superstition in the world is gathered into the horseshoe of the Carpathians, as if it were the centre of some sort of imaginative whirlpool; if so my stay may be very interesting.