Bram Stoker Quotes

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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, Dracula

“There are vampires. They are real, they are of our time, and they are here, close by, stalking us as we sleep...”
Nicky Raven, Dracula

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

Bram Stoker
“i am Dracula;and i bid you welcome,Mr. Harker,to my house.”
Bram Stoker

“My father was a great man, a hero, so they say. But sometimes the world doesn't need another hero, sometimes what it needs is a monster.”
Dracula Untold

Bram Stoker
“for I determined that if Death came he should find me ready”
Bram Stoker, Dracula

Bram Stoker
“There is a reason that all things are as they are, and did you see with my eyes and know with my knowledge, you would perhaps better understand.”
Bram Stoker

Bram Stoker
“É de facto verdade que o conhecimento é mais cego do que a inocência”
Bram Stoker

Sherrilyn Kenyon
“By the way, I have a bone to pick with you." Esperetta
"Only one?" Velkan
"At the moment." Esperetta
"Then I can't wait to hear it." Velkan
"'Bram' and 'Stoker'?" Esperetta
"It was fitting, I thought." Velkan”
Sherrilyn Kenyon, Dark Bites

Carole Gill
“In the attempt to find the just measure of horror and terror, I came upon the writing of Carole Gill whose work revealed a whole new dimension to me. The figure of the gothic child was there. Stoker's horror was there. Along with the romance! At the heart of her writing one stumbles upon a genuine search for that darkness we lost with the loss of Stoker."

~Dr. Margarita Georgieva ~ Gothic Readings in The Dark”
Carole Gill

Bram Stoker
“El verdadero Dios pone atención hasta cuando se cae un gorrión; pero el Dios creado por la vanidad humana no ve diferencia alguna entre un águila y un gorrión. ¡Oh, si los hombres por lo menos supieran!”
Bram Stoker, Dracula

Bram Stoker
“Permítame que le aconseje, mi querido joven amigo; no, permítame que le advierta con toda seriedad que en caso de que usted deje estos cuartos, por ningún motivo se quede dormido en cualquier otra parte del castillo. Es viejo y tiene muchas memorias, y hay muchas pesadillas para aquellos que no duermen sabiamente. ¡Se lo advierto! En caso de que el sueño lo dominase ahora o en otra oportunidad o esté a punto de dominarlo, regrese deprisa a su propia habitación o a estos cuartos, pues entonces podrá descansar a salvo. Pero no siendo usted cuidadoso a este respecto, entonces… —terminó su discurso de una manera horripilante, pues hizo un movimiento con las manos como si se las
estuviera lavando.”
Bram Stoker, Dracula

Bram Stoker
“He tratado de mantener una mente abierta; y no son las cosas ordinarias de la vida las que pueden cerrarla, sino las cosas extrañas; las cosas extraordinarias, las cosas que lo hacen dudar a uno si son locura o realidad.
- Doctor van Helsing.”
Bram Stoker, Dracula

Bram Stoker
“It is too bad that men cannot be trusted unless they are watched.”
Bram Stoker, Dracula

Bram Stoker
“Nes juk galų gale gyvenimas yra ne tai, ką mes darome, o tik laukimas kažko kito, ir mirtis yra tai, kuo galime be dvejonių pasikliauti.”
Bram Stoker

Bram Stoker
“Mes, moterys, turime motinišką instinktą, kuris pabudęs iškelia mus virš smulkmeniškumo. Jaučiau ant savo peties šio didelio vyro galvą tarsi vaiko, kurį kada nors glausiu prie savo krūtines.”
Bram Stoker

Bram Stoker
“Las damas de honor alegran la vista de los que aguardan la llegada de la novia; pero cuando ésta aparece, pierden todo esplendor para los ojos deslumbrados.”
Bram Stoker

Stephen King
“-De acuerdo con la leyenda, las marcas desaparecen -dijo de pronto Matt-. Cuando la víctima muere, las marcas desaparecen.
-Sí, lo sé -sinió Ben, que le recordaba por el Dracúla de Bram Stoker y por los filmes de Hammer que hicieron famoso a Christopher Lee.”
Stephen King, 'Salem's Lot

Stephen King
“-De acuerdo con la leyenda, las marcas desaparecen -dijo de pronto Matt-. Cuando la víctima muere, las marcas desaparecen.
-Sí, lo sé -asintió Ben, que le recordaba por el Dracúla de Bram Stoker y por los filmes de Hammer que hicieron famoso a Christopher Lee.”
Stephen King

Bram Stoker
“A noi nobili della Transilvania non piace pensare che le nostre ossa riposino fra quelle dei comuni mortali. Non cerco allegrezza né letizia, né la luminosa voluttà del sole o delle acque chiare che tanto piacciono ai giovani e agli spensierati. Non sono più giovane, e il mio cuore dopo gravosi anni di lutto per i miei morti non è incline all'allegria. Inoltre, le mura del mio castello sono diroccate; molto sono le ombre e il vento soffia freddo fra le merlature e i battenti. Amo la semi-oscurità e le ombre e restare solo con i miei pensieri quando è possibile.”
Bram Stoker, Dracula

Bram Stoker
“Nous nous tûmes l'un et l'autre ; pendant que nous attendions, je l'examinai. Un homme petit et râblé, brun comme un grain de café, ayant peut-être une tendance à engraisser, mais pour le moment excessivement mince. Les rides profondes de son visage et de son cou n'étaient pas seulement dues aux années et aux intempéries : elles indiquaient à ne pas s'y tromper les endroits où la chair ou la graisse avait fondu et où la peau s'était détendue. Le cou était simplement une surface où s'entrecroisaient les sillons et les rides et portait les traces laissées par le soleil brûlant du désert. L'Extrême-Orient, les Tropiques, le désert, chaque région laissait sa marque colorée. Mais toutes les trois étaient différentes ; et un œil qui avait su une fois pouvait ainsi les distinguer aisément. La pâleur bistrée pour le premier ; le brun rouge et violent pour la seconde ; et pour le troisième, le hâle sombre et profond qui avait pris, semblait-il, le caractère d'une coloration permanente. Mr. Corbeck avait une grosse tête pleine et massive ; avec des cheveux en désordre, d'un brun-rouge foncé, dégarnis sur les tempes. Son front était beau, haut et large ; et pour employer les termes de la physiognomonie, le sinus frontal était hardiment marqué. Sa forme carrée traduisait l'esprit raisonneur ; et la plénitude sous les yeux le don des langues. Il avait le nez court et large qui dénote l'énergie ; le menton carré - qu'on discernait malgré la barbe épaisse et non soignée - et la mâchoire massive qui montrent l'esprit de décision.
« Un homme pas mal pour le désert ! » me disais-je en le regardant.”
Bram Stoker, Oeuvres

Bram Stoker
“It was a shock to me to turn from the wonderful smoky beauty of a sunset over London, with its lurid lights and inky shadows and all the marvellous tints that come on foul clouds even as on foul water, and to realise all the grim sternness of my own cold stone building, with its wealth of breathing misery, and my own desolate heart to endure it all.”
Bram Stoker, Dracula

Bram Stoker
“Now that you are willing to understand, you have taken the first step to understand.”
Bram Stoker, Dracula

Bram Stoker
“The rats were all gone, but He slid into the room through the sash, though it was only open an inch wide-just as the Moon herself has often come in through the tiniest crack, and has stood before me in all her size and splendour.”
Bram Stoker, Dracula

Bram Stoker
“The requiem of the twain was the roar of the breaking waves and the scream of the white birds that circled round the Watter's Mou'.”
Bram Stoker, The Watter's Mou'

Alix E. Harrow
“Now, tell me, have you ever heard of upyr? Vampir? Shrtriga?" The words rolled and hissed in his mouth. They reminded me, for no clear reason, of the trip I'd taken with Mr. Locke to Vienna when I was twelve. It'd been February and the city was shadowed, wind-scoured, old. "Well, the name hardly matters. I'm sure you've heard of them in general outline: things that creep out of the black forests of the north and feast on the lifeblood of the living."
He was removing the glove from his left hand as he spoke, tugging on each white fingertip. "Lies spread by superstitious peasants, in the main, repeated in story papers and sold to Victorian urchins." Now his hand was entirely free, fingers so pale I could see blue veins threading them. "Stoker should've been summarily executed, if you ask me."
And he reached toward me. There was perhaps half a second before his fingertip touched me when all the fine hairs on my arm stood straight and my heart seized and I knew, in a scrabbling, animalish way, that I shouldn't let him touch me, that I should scream for help- but it was too late.
His finger was cold against my skin. Beyond cold. An aching, burning, tooth-hurting absence of heat. My body warmth drained desperately toward it, but the cold was ravenous. My lips tried to form words but they felt numb and clumsy, as if I'd been out walking in freezing wind.”
Alix E. Harrow, The Ten Thousand Doors of January