Bram Stoker Quotes

The house of laughter makes a house of woe.

Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.

Life is a succession of afflictions for the heart.

There will be no song on our lips if there be no anguish in our hearts.

This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.

How many young hearts have revealed the fact that what they had been trained to imagine, the highest earthly felicity, was but the beginning of care, disappointment, and sorrow, and often led to the extremity of mental and physical suffering.

Sorrow is too great to exist in small hearts.

So loud was the wailing of the women and children that there was not one man among us whose heart did not bleed at the sound.

O madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked!

Grief does not end and love does not die and nothing fills its graven place. With grace, pain is transmuted into the gold of wisdom and compassion and the lesser coin of muted sadness and resignation; but something leaden of it remains, to become the kernel arond which more pain accretes (a black pearl): one pain becomes every other pain ... unless one strips away, one by one, the layers of pain to get to the heart of the pain - and this causes more pain, pain so intense as to feel like evisceration.

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains/ My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk.

How sad, ye Gods, how sad the world is at evening, how mysterious the mists over the swamps! You will know it when you have wandered astray in those mists, when you have suffered greatly before dying, when you have walked through the world carrying an unbearable burden. You know it two when you are weary and ready to leave this earth without regret; its mists; its swamps and its rivers; ready to give yourself into the arms of death with a light heart, knowing that death alone can comfort you.

Sorrow is better than laughter; for, by the sadness of the countenance, the heart is made better.

I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart for the joys of the multitude. And I would not have the tears that sadness makes to flow from my every part turn into laughter. I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.

Unfortunately this is where comedy works, where people are the most miserable.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall

Rivers of tear drops, these sharp pains in my heart, if this was the way that you love, you never should have loved me

To be more precise it was the color of heartache.

One bitter time of mourning, I remember, When day, and night, my sad heart did complain, My life, I said, was one cold, bleak December, And all its pleasures, were but whited pain.

I wish I had no heart, it aches so.

My chest hurts...It hurts. The sound of his name is like a knife in my heart.

He broke my heart, and now it's raining, just to rub it in.

When the night falls, my lonely heart calls.

We are the zanies of sorrow. We are clowns whose hearts are broken.

By the River Piedra I sat down and wept. There is a legend that everything that falls into the waters of this river -- leaves, insects, the feathers of birds -- is transformed into the rocks that make the riverbed. If only I could tear out my heart and hurl it into the current, then my pain and longing would be over, and I could finally forget.