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
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.
sleep
Sleep has no place it can call its own.
animal ideas durability
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.
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.
Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
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!
dream fear sleep
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.
men hands light
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.
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?
free-will count-dracula
Enter freely and of your own free will!
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.
blood mines
The blood is life... and it shall be mine!
feelings world empty
I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.