Bram Stoker
Bram Stoker
Abraham "Bram" Stokerwas an Irish author, best known today for his 1897 Gothic novel Dracula. During his lifetime, he was better known as the personal assistant of actor Henry Irving and business manager of the Lyceum Theatre in London, which Irving owned...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth8 November 1847
CityDublin, Ireland
CountryIreland
thinking men coward
I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.
love-you past count-dracula
You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?
life-is depends
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.
long would-be should
I have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of me.
dream sweet fear
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.
horse light sky
Suddenly, I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the sky.
men rope different
Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.
sex men law
The inscrutable laws of sex have so arranged that even a timid woman is not afraid of a fierce and haughty man.
eye cities paris
Paris is a city of centralisation--and centralisation and classification are closely allied. In the early times, when centralisation is becoming a fact, its forerunner is classification. All things which are similar or analogous become grouped together, and from the grouping of groups rises one whole or central point. We see radiating many long arms with innumerable tentaculae, and in the centre rises a gigantic head with a comprehensive brain and keen eyes to look on every side and ears sensitive to hear--and a voracious mouth to swallow.
sweet art pain
Above the care of Nature and of State, Suspended in the noon of Night we wait, All slumber nursing, to make sweet and pure, While secret Nature, weaving works the cure. We are the handmaids of the hollow night, The angels of the dark, restoring sight; We go -- the pains of Day to soothe, console -- Awake, arise! Behold thou art made whole.
life sparks evoke
As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.
mean men thinking
Ordinary men, to whom all things are possible, don't often, if ever, think of Heaven. It is a name, and nothing more, and they are content to wait and let things be, but to those who are doomed to be shut out for ever you cannot think what it means, you cannot guess or measure the terrible endless longing to see the gates opened, and to be able to join the white figures within.
faith believe faculty
Faith ... that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
stars astrology long
The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.