Bram Stoker citations

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“«Toute abstraction est si dure à accepter que notre premier réflexe est de la refuser, d’autant plus si elle s’inscrit à contre-courant de ce que nous avons toujours pensé.»”

“Puisque moi-même j'ai longtemps été un pensionnaire dans un asile d'aliénés, je ne peux que relever les tendances sophistes de certains pensionnaires qui les entraînent à se tromper en commettant les erreurs d'appliquer la non causa et ignoratio elenchi et qui consiste à mésestimer l'effet par ignorance de la cause.”

“Omne ignotum pro magnifico. Tout ce qui est inconnu paraît insurmontable.”

“Laissez moi vous donnez un conseil, mon jeune ami, voire un avertissement, un avertissement très sérieux. S'il vous advenait de quitter ces pièces, faites en sorte de ne pas vous endormir où vous vous trouvez! Le château est vieux, riche en souvenirs, et celui qui dort où il ne doit pas subira de terribles cauchemars. Si le sommeil veut s'emparer de vous, en quelque endroit que ce soit, hâtez-vous de regagner vos appartements : là seulement votre repos sera calme et protégé. Par contre, si vous méprisez ce conseil…”

“And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere 'modernity' cannot kill.”

“I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.”

“Sleep has no place it can call its own.”

“I have crossed oceans of time to find you.”

“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.”

“Truly there is no such thing as finality.”

“Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.”

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

“It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.”

“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.”

“it never rains but it pours.”

“Do not grieve for her! Who knows, but she may have found the joy she sought? Love and patience are all that make for happiness in this world; or in the world of the past or of the future; of the living or the dead. She dreamed her dream; and that is all that any of us can ask.”

“Seven years ago we all went through the flames. And the happiness of some of us since then is, we think, well worth the pain we endured.”

“We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things.”

“Friend John, forgive me if I pain. I showed not my feeling to others when it would wound, but only to you, my old friend, whom I can trust. If you could have looked into my very heart then when I want to laugh; if you could have done so when the laugh arrived; if you could do so now, when King Laugh have pack up his crown, and all that is to him — for he go far, far away from me, and for a long, long time — maybe you would perhaps pity me the most of all.”

“He seemed so confident that I, remembering my own confidence two nights before and with the baneful result, felt awe and vague terror. It must have been my weakness that made me hesitate to tell it to my friend, but I felt it all the more, like unshed tears.”

“You think to baffle me, you with your pale faces all in a row, like sheep in a butcher's. You shall be sorry yet, each one of you! You think you have left me without a place to rest, but I have more. My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side. Your girls that you all love are mine already. And through them you and others shall yet be mine, my creatures, to do my bidding and to be my jackals when I want to feed. Bah!”

“I heard a heavy step approaching behind the great door, and saw through the chinks the gleam of a coming light. Then there was the sound of rattling chains and the clanking of massive bolts drawn back. A key was turned with the loud grating noise of long disuse, and the great door swung back.
Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere. He held in his hand an antique silver lamp, in which the flame burned without a chimney or globe of any kind, throwing long quivering shadows as it flickered in the draught of the open door. The old man motioned me in with his right hand with a courtly gesture, saying in excellent English, but with a strange intonation.
"Welcome to my house! Enter freely and of your own free will!"”

“Be careful of my guest — his safety is most precious to me. Should aught happen to him, or if he be missed, spare nothing to find him and ensure his safety. He is English and therefore adventurous. There are often dangers from snow and wolves and night. Lose not a moment if you suspect harm to him. I answer your zeal with my fortune.”

“One and all we felt that the holy calm that lay like sunshine over the wasted face and form was only an earthly token and symbol of the calm that was to reign for ever.”

“Go home, Johann — Walpurgis nacht doesn't concern Englishmen.”

“The sun was almost down on the mountain tops, and the shadows of the whole group fell upon the snow. I saw the Count lying within the box upon the earth, some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well. As I looked, the eyes saw the sinking sun, and the look of hate in them turned to triumph. But, on the instant, came the sweep and flash of Jonathan's great knife. I shrieked as I saw it shear through the throat. Whilst at the same moment Mr. Morris's bowie knife plunged into the heart. It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight. I shall be glad as long as I live that even in that moment of final dissolution, there was in the face a look of peace, such as I never could have imagined might have rested there.”

“THE DEAD TRAVEL FAST”