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. — Bram Stoker

The blood is life… and it shall be mine! — Bram Stoker

As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life. — Bram Stoker

There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights. — Bram Stoker

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. — Bram Stoker

We learn of great things by little experiences. — Bram Stoker

I have crossed oceans of time to find you. — Bram Stoker

Enter freely and of your own free will! — Bram Stoker

He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please. — Bram Stoker

Welcome to my house! Enter freely. Go safely, and leave something of the happiness you bring. — Bram Stoker

Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead. — Bram Stoker

He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow. — Bram Stoker

Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope. — Bram Stoker

It is ever thus that the things which we do wrong–although they may seem little at the time, and though from the hardness of our hearts we pass them lightly by–come back to us with bitterness. — Bram Stoker

She has man’s brain––a brain that a man should have were he much gifted––and woman’s heart. The good God fashioned her for a purpose, believe me when He made that so good combination. — Bram Stoker

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be. — Bram Stoker

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. — Bram Stoker

I want to cut off her head and take out her heart. — Bram Stoker

The world seems full of good men, even if there are monsters in it. — Bram Stoker

How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men––even if there are monsters in it. — Bram Stoker

I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing. — Bram Stoker

It is the eve of St. George’s Day. Do you not know that tonight, when the clock strikes midnight, all the evil things in the world will have full sway? — Bram Stoker

All men are mad in some way or another, and inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen, so deal with God’s madmen too, the rest of the world. — Bram Stoker

The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul. — Bram Stoker

Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors. — Bram Stoker

I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him. — Bram Stoker

No one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart. — Bram Stoker

Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read. — Bram Stoker

The inscrutable laws of sex have so arranged that even a timid woman is not afraid of a fierce and haughty man. — Bram Stoker

No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life–blood drawn away into the woman he loves. — Bram Stoker

Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions. — Bram Stoker

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. — Bram Stoker

You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so? — Bram Stoker

Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me. — Bram Stoker

A brave man’s hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman’s love to hear its music. — Bram Stoker

Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands. — Bram Stoker