Bram Stoker Quotes

“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

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

“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

“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

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

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

“Then we looked back and saw where the clear line of Dracula’s castle cut the sky; for we were so deep under the hill whereon it was set that the angle of perspective of the Carpathian mountains was far below it. We saw it in all its grandeur, perched a thousand feet on the summit of a sheer precipice, and with seemingly a great gap between it and the steep of the adjacent mountain on any side. There was something wild and uncanny about the place. We could hear the distant howling of wolves. They were far off, but the sound, even though coming muffled through the deadening snowfall, was full of terror.”
― 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

“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

“Everything is grey—except the green grass, which seems like emerald amongst it; grey earthy rock; grey clouds, tinged with the sunburst at the far edge, hang over the grey sea, into which the sand-points stretch like grey fingers. The sea is tumbling in over the shallows and the sandy flats with a roar, muffled in the sea-mists drifting inland. The horizon is lost in a grey mist. All is vastness; the clouds are piled up like giant rocks, and there is a “brool” over the sea that sounds like some presage of doom. Dark figures are on the beach here and there, sometimes half shrouded in the mist, and seem “men like trees walking.” The fishing-boats are racing for home, and rise and dip in the ground swell as they sweep into the harbour, bending to the scuppers.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“Some day soon the Angel of Death will sound his trumpet for me. But don’t ye dooal an’ greet, my deary!”—for he saw that I was crying—“if he should come this very night I’d not refuse to answer his call. 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. But I’m content, for it’s comin’ to me, my deary, and comin’ quick. It may be comin’ while we be lookin’ and wonderin’. Maybe it’s in that wind out over the sea that’s bringin’ with it loss and wreck, and sore distress, and sad hearts. Look! look!” he cried suddenly. “There’s something in that wind and in the hoast beyont that sounds, and looks, and tastes, and smells like death. It’s in the air; I feel it comin’. Lord, make me answer cheerful when my call comes!” He held up his arms devoutly, and raised his hat. His mouth moved as though he were praying. After a few minutes’ silence, he got up, shook hands with me, and blessed me, and said good-bye, and hobbled off.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“Up to now I never quite knew what Shakespeare meant when he made Hamlet say, "My tablets! Quick, my tablets! `tis meet that I put it down," etc., For now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“There was something so strange in all this, something so weird and impossible to imagine, that there grew on me a sense of my being in some way the sport of opposite forces - the mere vague idea of which seemed in a way to paralyse me. I was certainly under some form of mysterious protection. From a distant country had come, in the very nick of time, a message that took me out of the danger of the snow-sleep and the jaws of the wolf.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula's Guest

“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

“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

“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

“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'

“Nessuno può sapere, se non dopo una notte di patimenti, quanto dolce e prezioso al cuore e agli occhi possa essere il mattino.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“Arthur turned to him and said, 'If only you knew how gladly I would die for her you would understand.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“ I suppose it is thus that in old times one vampire meant many; just as their hideous bodies could only rest in sacred earth, so the holiest love was the recruiting sergeant for their ghastly ranks.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“You've kissed me, and if these things don't make us friends nothing ever will.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“If ever a face meant death — if looks could kill — we saw it at that moment.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“-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

“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

“Would you like me to kill you, Herr Tolkien? You can live with me here and we’ll watch the world crumble into dust, like gods.”
― A.A. Clifford, The Enkantatum: And Other Stories

“She remembered reading Dracula long ago, back in high school, the pleasurable terror that had been quite a bit less pleasurable once she was in bed, the lights out, her room filled with shadows.”
― Stephen King, Dreamcatcher

“Enquanto Stoker via seus vampiros como manifestações do proibido e do profano, Rice explorou-os como formas de lidar com sua realidade, com conflitos que lhes eram particulares; ela, que sempre se viu refletida na figura do outsider, sentiu-se confortável ao lidar com figuras que tentavam encontrar um significado para si fora da normatividade. Louis e Lestat, tão diferentes, carregam em si um pouco do fantasma da culpa católica e do desejo por ruptura e liberdade – sentimentos conflituosos, mas presentes simultaneamente em Rice.”
― Thiago Sardenberg, O Vampiro à Sombra do Mal: A Fluidez do Lugar da Figura Mítica na Literatura

“Resta o entendimento de que o contato com o vampiro potencialmente acarreta um contaminar-se por perniciosa moléstia simultaneamente do corpo e da alma: o contágio não é apenas uma infecção, é também maldição, um contrair impurezas.
Essa construção perpassa até mesmo o nível linguístico; entre as acepções etimológicas comumente atribuídas ao vocábulo “nosferatu”, que Stoker apenas popularizou ao se referir ao seu vampiro icônico, estariam “o impuro”, ou também, “aquele que carrega doenças”.”
― Thiago Sardenberg, À Noite não Restariam Rosas: A Ameaça Epidêmica em Narrativas Vampirescas