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 death kings
No man knows where the Castle of King Death is. All men and women, boys and girls, and even little wee children should so live that when they have to enter the Castle and see the grim King, they may not fear to behold his face.
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.
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!
beautiful young pale
She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
nice love-you broken
Being proposed to all is very nice and all that sort of thing, but it isn’t at all a happy thing when you have to see a poor fellow, whom you know loves you honestly, going away and looking all broken-hearted, and to know that, no matter what he may say at the moment, you are passing quite out if his life
heart men helping
No one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart.
angel good-woman hours
Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
experience littles great-things
We learn of great things by little experiences.
blood
The blood is the life!
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.