Dracula Quotes

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

I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.

Once again...welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.

I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul.

There is a reason why all things are as they are.

Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker.

I want you to believe...to believe in things that you cannot.

Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me! 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.

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.

..the world seems full of good men--even if there are monsters in it.

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.

I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.

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

Do you not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are; that some people see things that others cannot? But there are things old and new which must not be contemplate by men´s eyes, because they know -or think they know- some things which other men have told them. Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.

Though sympathy alone can't alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.

Doctor, you don't know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don't; you couldn't with eyebrows like yours.

Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love?.

(This quote is from the movie, not from the novel) I have crossed oceans of time to find you.

Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.

Oh, my dear, if you only knew how strange is the matter regarding which I am here, it is you who would laugh. I have learned not to think little of any one's belief, no matter how strange it may be. I have tried to keep an open mind, and it is not the ordinary things of life that could close it, but the strange things, the extraordinary things, the things that make one doubt if they be mad or sane.

The last I saw of Count Dracula was his kissing his hand to me, with a red light of triumph in his eyes, and with a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of.

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

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.

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.

Euthanasia" is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.

But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.

There was a deliberate voluptuousness that was both thrilling and repulsive. And as she arched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animal till I could see in the moonlight the moisture Then lapped the white, sharp teeth. Lower and lower went her head. I closed my eyes in a languorous ecstasy and waited.

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

I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.

I have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of me.

There was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word, DRACULA.

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.

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

Enter freely and of your own free will!.

But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.

There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.

It is really wonderful how much resilience there is in human nature. Let any obstructing cause, no matter what, be removed in any way, even by death, and we fly back to first principles of hope and enjoyment.

I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us. A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.

Oh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots of girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on?.

Truly there is no such thing as finality.

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

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

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.

Because if a woman's heart was free a man might have hope.

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

Never did tombs look so ghastly white. Never did cypress, or yew, or juniper so seem the embodiment of funeral gloom. Never did tree or grass wave or rustle so ominously. Never did bough creak so mysteriously, and never did the far-away howling of dogs send such a woeful presage through the night.

You reason well, and your wit is bold, but you are too prejudiced. You do not let your eyes see nor your ears hear, and that which is outside your daily life is not of account to you. Do you not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are, that some people see things that others cannot?.

We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.

It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles; and yet when King Laugh come he make them all dance to the tune he play. Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall -- all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him.

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.

Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.

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

Come,' he said, 'come, we must see and act. Devils or no devils, or all the devils at once, it matters not; we fight him all the same.

These friends - and he laid his hand on some of the books - have been good friends to me, and for some years past, ever since I had the idea of going to London, have given me many, many hours of pleasure. Through them I have come to know your great England; and to know her is to love her. I long to go through the crowded streets of your mighty London, to be in the midst of the whirl and rush of humanity, to share its life, its change, its death, and all that makes it what it is.

The blood is life... and it shall be mine!.

Is it possible that love is all subjective, or all objective?.

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.

What manner of man is this, or what manner of creature is it in the semblance of man?.

And you, their best beloved one, are now to me, flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press for awhile; and shall later on be my companion and my helper.

To die, to be really dead, that must be glorious!.

There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.

Perhaps at the end the little things may teach us most.

The warlike days are over. Blood is too precious a thing in these days of dishonorable peace; and the glories of the great races are as a tale that is told.

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.

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

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!.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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

Perhaps I may gain more knowledge out of the folly of this madman than I shall from the teaching of the most wise.

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