Bram Stoker Quotes

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.

Americans in the Civil War period were very interested in Heaven and what it might be like, because they were having to face the fact that many of their loved ones were gone and many of their loved ones, they hoped, were in this other realm called Heaven.

It was a time when only the dead smiled, happy in their peace.

They which have no hope of a life to come, may extend their griefs for the loss of this, and equal the days of their mourning with the years of the life of man.

To me, death is dark, pain, grief.

Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore! Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.

When life is woe, and hope is dumb, the World says, "Go!" The Grave says, "Come!

But you, Achilles,/ There is not a man in the world more blest than you--/ There never has been, never will be one./ Time was, when you were alive, we Argives/ honored you as a god, and now down here, I see/ You Lord it over the dead in all your power./ So grieve no more at dying, great Achilles.’ I reassured the ghost, but he broke out protesting,/ ‘No winning words about death to me, shining Odysseus!/ By god, I’d rather slave on earth for another man--/ Some dirt-poor tenant farmer who scrapes to keep alive—than rule down here over all the breathless dead.

Sometimes I see me dead in the rain.

The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

These have not the hope to die.

Death is an awful thing. I don't believe in it myself.

The ocean moans over dead men's bones.

It is like visiting one's funeral, like visiting loss in its purest and most monumental form, this wild darkness, which is not only unknown but which one cannot enter as oneself.

This season is a lot funnier, not as dark, mainly because, well, she has accepted the fact that she is dead. She knows she cannot go back to where she was when she was alive.

I don't want to hear about my death.

I'm not sure I've learned anything new about life; but I've had to think harder about death and what comes after for other people.

Widow. The word consumes itself.

I do fear death. But what I actually fear is not dying. I mean, true, it will be sad. But I know that there is a better place waiting for me.

I don't mourn the dead. I mourn the living.

She had been dying so long that I had almost come to regard her as immortal.

Most songs are somewhere between love and death, and mine are no exception.