Top 500 Bram Stoker Quotes (2026 Update)
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351. “She threw herself on her knees, and raising up her hands, cried the same words in tones which wrung my heart. Then she tore her hair and beat her breast, and abandoned herself to all the violences of extravagant emotion.”

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352. “His face fell, and I could see a warning of danger in it, for there was a sudden fierce, sidelong look which meant killing. The man is an undeveloped homicidal maniac. I shall test him with his present craving and see how it will work out; then I shall know more.”

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353. “The impression I had was that we were leaving the West and entering the East; the most western of splendid bridges over the Danube, which is here of noble width and depth, took us among the traditions of Turkish rule.”

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354. “Come with me, my dear young friend. Not an hour shall you wait in my house against your will, though sad am I at your going, and that you so suddenly desire it. Come!”

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355. “My dear, my dear, your ears must tingle as you sleep, as mine do waking.”

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356. “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!”

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357. “When first the professor’s eye had lit upon him he had been angry at any interruption at such a time, but now, as he took in his stalwart proportions and recognised the strong young manhood which seemed to emanate from him, his eyes gleamed.”

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358. “After a time, it did not seem a short time either, for the draining away of one’s blood, no matter how willingly it be given, is a terrible feeling, Van Helsing held up a warning finger. “Do not stir,” he said. “But I fear that with growing strength she may wake, and that would make danger, oh, so much danger. But I shall precaution take. I shall give hypodermic injection of morphia.” He proceeded then, swiftly.”

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359. “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.”

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360. “Van Helsing would, I know, do anything for me for a personal reason. So, no matter what ground he comes, we must accept his wishes. 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.”

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361. “We sat down on a bench within good view, and began to smoke cigars so as to attract as little attention as possible.”

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362. “Arthur placed the point over the heart, and as I looked I could see its dint in the white flesh. Then he struck with all his might.”

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363. “The common people know me, and I am master. But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for. I.”

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364. “How was it that all the people at Bistritz and on the coach had some terrible fear for me? What meant the giving of the crucifix, of the garlic, of the wild rose, of the mountain ash? Bless.”

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365. “All our work is undone; we must begin again. There is no young Arthur here now; I have to call on your yourself this time, friend John.”

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366. “Of one thing I am glad: if it was the count that carried me here and undressed me, he must have been hurried in his task, for my pockets are intact. I am sure this diary would have been a mystery to him which he would not have brooked.”

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367. “But hush! No telling to others that make so inquisitive questions. We must obey, and silence is a part of obedience, and obedience is to bring you strong and well into loving arms that wait for you. Now sit still a while. Come with me, friend John, and you shall help me deck the room with my garlic, which is all the way from Haarlem, where my friend Vanderpool raise herb in his glass houses all the year. I had to telegraph yesterday, or they would not have been here.” We.”

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368. “Doctor, you don’t know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself.”

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369. “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.”

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370. “I passed to my room and went to be, and, strange to say, slept without dreaming. despair has it’s own calms.”

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371. “I am deeper in death at this moment than if the weight of an earthly grave lay heavy upon me!”

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372. “While I live on here there is but one thing to hope for: that I may not go mad, if indeed, I be not mad already. If I be sane, then surely it is maddening to think that of all the foul things that lurk in this hateful place the count is the least dreadful to me; that to him alone I can look for safety, even though this be only whilst I serve his purpose.”

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373. “The other was fair, as fair as can be, with great masses of golden hair and eyes like pale sapphires.”

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374. “However, when we got to the pathway outside the churchyard, where there was a puddle of water, remaining from the storm, I daubed my feet with mud, using each foot in turn on the other, so that as we went home, no one, in case we should meet any one, should notice my bare feet.”

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375. “But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one.”

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376. “The time is come, I fear, when I must open the parcel, and know what is written.”

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377. “Mina and I fear to be idle, so we have been over all the diaries again and again. Somehow, although the reality seem greater each time, the pain and the fear seem less.”

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378. “No trifling with me! I never jest! There is grim purpose in all I do; and I warn you that you do thwart me. Take care, for the sake of others if not for your own.”

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379. “The man is an undeveloped homicidal maniac.”

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380. “When I saw the count’s head coming out from the window, I did not see the face, but I knew the mean by the neck and the movement of his back and arms. In any case, I could not mistake the hands which I had had so many opportunities of studying.”

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381. “I was evidently expected, for when I got near the door I faced a cheery-looking elderly woman in the usual peasant dress – white undergarment with a long double apron, front, and back, of coloured stuff fitting almost too tight for modesty. When I came close she bowed and said, “The Herr Englishman?” “Yes,” I said, “Jonathan Harker.” She smiled, and gave some message.”

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382. “When, however, the conviction had come to me that I was helpless I sat down quietly, as quietly as I have ever done anything in my life, and began to think over what was best to be done. I am thinking still, and as yet have come to no definite conclusion.”

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383. “You’ve got their lives, you know, and you must put up with their souls!”

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384. “I quite love that dear Dr Van Helsing. I wonder why he was so anxious about these flowers. He positively frightened me, he was so fierce. And yet he must have been right, for I feel comfort from them already.”

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385. “Oh, very well,” he said; “let her come in, by all means; but just wait a minute till I tidy up the place.” His method of tidying was peculiar: he simply swallowed all the flies and spiders in the boxes before I could stop him. It was quite evident that he feared, or was jealous of, some interference.”

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386. “This time there could be no error, for the man was close to me, and I could see him over my shoulder. But there was no reflection of him in the mirror!”

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387. “As I look round this room, although it has been to me so full of fear, it is now a sort of sanctuary, for nothing can be more dreadful than those awful women, who were-who are-waiting to suck my blood.”

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388. “Author: Bram Stoker.”

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389. “The horses are nearly ready, and we are soon off. We ride to death of some one. God alone knows who, or where, or what, or when, or how it may be...”

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390. “Time is all in all to us now.”

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391. “You must fight Death himself, though he come to you in pain or in joy; by the day, or the night; in safety or in peril! On your living soul I charge that you do not die – nay nor think of death – till this great evil be past.”

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392. “I dined on what they called “robber steak” – bits of bacon, onion, and beef, seasoned with red pepper, and strung on sticks, and roasted over the fire, in simple style of the London cat’s meat!”

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393. “As the count leaned over me and his hands touched me, I could not repress a shudder. It may have been that his breath was rank, but a horrible feeling of nausea came over me, which, do what I would, I could not conceal. The count, evidently noticing it, drew back; and with a grim kind of smile, which showed more than he had yet done his proturberant teeth, set himself down again, on his own side of the fireplace.”

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394. “He swear much, and he red face and loud of voice, but he good fellow all the same;.”

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395. “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.”

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396. “The strangest figures we saw were the Slovaks, who were more barbarian than the rest, with their big cow-boy hats, great baggy dirty-white trousers, white linen shirts, and enormous heavy leather belts, nearly a foot wide, all studded over with brass nails. They wore high boots, with their trousers tucked into them, and had long black hair and heavy black moustaches. They are very picturesque, but do not look prepossessing. On.”

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397. “Even the deep, burning eyes seemed set amongst swollen flesh, for the lids and pouches underneath were bloated. It seemed as if the whole awful creature were simply gorged with blood. He lay like a filthy leech, exhausted with his repletion. I.”

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398. “I attended to all the ghastly formalities, and the urbane undertaker proved that his staff were afflicted – or blessed – with something of his own obsequious suavity.”

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399. “Even in the dark there was a light of some kind, as there ever is over snow; and it seemed as though the snow-flurries and the wreaths of mist took shape as of women with trailing garments.”

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400. “Pray do not take us as exceeding the bounds of business courtesy in pressing you in all ways to use the utmost expedition.”

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