Bram Stoker
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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
sleep
Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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.
dream sleep bad-dream
There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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