Bram Stoker Quotes

We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.

But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!

I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.

My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.

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

Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!

You must not be alone; for to be alone is to be full of fears amd alarms.

Faith, that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.

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?

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.

There will be pain for us all, but it will not be all pain, nor will this pain be the last. We and you too, you most of all, dear boy, will have to pass through the bitter water before we reach the sweet. But we must be brave of heart and unselfish, and do our duty, and all will be well!

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

We women have something of the mother in us that makes us rise above smaller matters when the mother-spirit is invoked; I felt this big, sorrowing man's head resting on me, as though it were that of the baby that some day may lie on my bosom, and I stroked his hair as though he were my own child. I never thought at the time how strange it all was.

Don't you know that I am sane and earnest now, that I am no lunatic in a mad fit, but a sane man fighting for his soul?

I feel myself quite wild with excitement.