Little girl, your honesty and pluck have made me a friend, and that’s rarer than a lover; it’s more unselfish anyhow.
Had it but been for myself the choice had been easy, the maw of the wolf were better to rest in than the grave of the Vampire!
He is a seemingly arbitrary man, but this is because he knows what he is talking about better than anyone else. He is a philosopher and a metaphysician, and one of the most advanced scientists of his day; and he has, I believe, an absolutely open mind.
Quincey and I will find a locksmith. You had better not come with us in case there should be any difficulty; for under the circumstances it wouldn’t seem so bad for us to break into an empty house. But you are a solicitor and the Incorporated Law Society might tell you that you should have known better.
I have to be absent for a while. Do not wait for me. – D.
I must not deceive myself; it was no dream; but all a grim reality.
Blood is too precious a thing in these days of dishonourable peace;.
Friend John, to you with so much of experience already – and you, too, dear Madam Mina, that are young – here is a lesson: do not fear ever to think.
Lucy Westenra, but yet how changed. The sweetness was turned to adamantine, heartless cruelty, and the purity to voluptuous wantonness.
It is like whispering to one’s self and listening at the same time.
Well, she succeeded somewhat, for, though sympathy can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one.
Finally she went down on her knees and implored me not to go; at least to wait a day or two before starting. It was all very ridiculous, but I did not feel comfortable.
You and I, Mina dear, who are engaged and are going to settle down soon soberly into old married women, can despise vanity.
To believe in things that you cannot. Let me illustrate. I heard once of an American who so defined faith, ‘that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.’ For one, I follow that man. He meant that we shall have an open mind, and not let a little bit of truth check the rush of the big truth, like a small rock does a railway truck.
Away from this cursed spot, from this cursed land, where the devil and his children still walk with earthly feet!
Es esa facultad que nos permite creer en lo que nosotros sabemos que no es verdad.
I am no longer young, and my heart, through weary years of mourning over the dead, is not attuned to mirth. Moreover, the walls of my castle are broken. The shadows are many, and the wind breathes cold through the broken battlements and casements. I love the shade and the shadow, and I would be alone with my thoughts when I may.
I loved him and honoured him more than I can say, and that my latest and truest thought will be always for him.
You’ve got their lives, you know, and you must put up with their souls!