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
men blood feels
No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
blood
The blood is the life!
blood hands long
With his long sharp nails he opened a vein in his breast. When the blood began to spurt out, he took my hands in one of his, holding them tight and with the other ceased my neck and pressed my mouth to the wound so that I must either suffocate or swallow... Some of the...Oh my god…my god What have I done?
sleep
Sleep has no place it can call its own.
selfish love-is light
Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.
girl lasts poor
I stood beside Van Helsing, and said;- "Ah, well, poor girl, there is peace for her at last. It is the end!" He turned to me, and said with grave solemnity:- "Not so; alas! not so. It is only the beginning!
loneliness wings brooding
Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
anchors drifting
We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.
dream sleep bad-dream
There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
rain air doe
I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
heart men might
Because if a woman's heart was free a man might have hope.
beautiful young pale
She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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.
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.