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
girl men unhappy
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?
rain air doe
I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
real fall men
These infinitesimal distinctions between man and man are too paltry for an Omnipotent Being. How these madmen give themselves away! The real God taketh heed lest a sparrow fall. But the God created from human vanity sees no difference between an eagle and a sparrow.
kings laughter sorry
I have cried even when the laugh did choke me. But no more think that I am all sorry when I cry, for the laugh he come just the same. Keep it always with you that laughter who knock at your door and say, ‘May I come in?’ is not true laughter. No! He is a king, and he come when and how he like. He ask no person, he choose no time of suitability. He say, ‘I am here.
apples temptation mouths
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.
heart men might
Because if a woman's heart was free a man might have hope.
kings fall heart
It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles; and yet when King Laugh come he make them all dance to the tune he play. Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall -- all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him.
beautiful young pale
She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
eyebrows doctors doubt
Doctor, you don't know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don't; you couldn't with eyebrows like yours.
sleep
Sleep has no place it can call its own.
huge tombs one-word
There was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word, DRACULA.
experience littles great-things
We learn of great things by little experiences.
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.
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.