Dracula Quotes

“You must never overthink any good and pleasurable thing.”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood

“Now that you are willing to understand, you have taken the first step to understand.”
― 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 is too bad that men cannot be trusted unless they are watched.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“I long to go through the crowded streets of your mighty London, to be in the midst of the whirl and rush of humanity, to share its life, its change, its death, and all that makes it what it is.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads, to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams. Well, here I am tonight, hoping for sleep, and lying like Ophelia in the play, with ‘virgin crants and maiden strewments.’ I never liked garlic before, but tonight it is delightful!...”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“I positively opened my eyes at this new development. Here was my own pet lunatic - the most pronounced of his type that I had ever met with - talking elemental philosophy, and with the manner of a polished gentleman.”
― Bram Stoker, D R A C U L A

“Autumn comes early to the foot of the Slovenian Alps. Even before September, the abundant harvests are followed by a sudden poignant rain that lasts for days and brings down leaves in the lanes of the village. Now, in my fifties, I find myself wandering that direction every few years, reliving my first glimpse of the Slovenian countryside.
This is old country. Every autumn mellows it a little more, in aeternum, each beginning with the same three colors: a green landscape, two or three yellow leaves falling through a gray afternoon.
I suppose the Romans - who left their walls here and their gargantuan arenas to the west, on the coast - saw the same autumn and gave the same shiver. When my father's car swung through the gates of the oldest of Julian cities, I hugged myself.
For the first time, I had been struck by the excitement of the traveler who looks history in her subtle face.”
― Elizabeth Kostova, The Historian

“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

“In this world, you are what I say you are, and I say you are a ghost, a long night's fever dream that I have finally woken up from. I say you are the smoke-wisp memory of a flame, thawing ice suffering under an early spring sun, a chalk ledger of debts being wiped clean.

I say you do not have a name.”
― S.T. Gibson

“I was tired of groveling on my knees and washing blood off your heels with my hair and tears. I was tired of having the air sucked out of my lungs every time your eyes cut right to the heart of me. I was tired of the circumference of the whole universe living in your circled arms, of the spark of life hiding in your kiss, of the power of death lying in wait in your teeth. I was tired of carrying the weight of a love like worship, of the sickly-warm rush of idolatry coloring my whole world.
I was tired of faithfulness.”
― S.T. Gibson

“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!”
― 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

“I must not deceive myself; it was no dream; but all a grim reality.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“It was never my intention to murder you.
Not in the beginning, anyway.”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood

“Away from this cursed spot, from this cursed land, where the devil and his children still walk with earthly feet!”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“I couldn't believe I was talking to my dad about this, of all people. It was like taking dating advice from Dracula.”
― L.J. Shen, The Hunter

“But I must see that man for the last time, tell him that Hunger is not a sin, nor is Necessity or Appetite.
What matters, I repeat, is what we are willing to do to satisfy them.”
― José Luis Zárate, The Route of Ice and Salt

“(Versión en español) ¿Cómo voy a poder, cómo podría alguien, describir aquella extraña escena, su solemnidad, su lobreguez, su tristeza, su horror y, sin embargo, también su dulzura?”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“I love you," you said into my mouth. It sounded like you were drawing up a peace treaty to protect the boundary lines of contested ground.”
― S.T. Gibson

“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

“The Blood Supper by Stewart Stafford

Nightcrawler leaves their dirt bed,
Seeking an essential blood supper,
Cloaked in regal Stygian armour,
Bar one chink in the left chest area.

All the experience of centuries used,
Lives lived long before their victims,
Stalking stacked in a predator's favour,
Shock overwhelms when blindsided.

The infected victim then becomes one,
With their undead attacker, connected,
Sharing their contagion and obsessions,
In a parasitic void betwixt life and death.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“This identifies a central contradiction in the novel. The middle classes represent modernity, money, ambition and a sense of justice. However such a nebulous notion of a social and economic vision is unsustainable once individuals are isolated. Harker, alone in Castle Dracula, is a very different figure than that at the end of the novel as he plays his designated role in the destruction of the Count. The problem with vampirism is that it is too seductive and the fact that Harker is susceptible to its charms suggests *his* latent degeneracy. The Count will just not stay 'Othered'.
Chapter 1 discussed this in relation to how Harker is made a 'man' by his
encounter with Dracula. The paradox being that the Count represents a
model of heroic manliness that he needs to emulate; in this way 'disease' is
brought back into 'civilisation' in a way which is familiar from contemporary accounts of degeneration and London.
-Victorian Demons: Medicine, Masculinity and the Gothic at the Fin-De-Siecle”
― Andrew Smith

“God, the vampire women! What a pack of foaming she-cats!”
― Kim Newman, Anno Dracula

“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

“Careful opening doors. You may not like what you find.”
― Kathryn Ann Kingsley, Heart of Dracula

“Giacomo era conscio che nostalgia e malinconia, come quasi tutti i sentimenti umani, sono stati. Ed essendo stati, sono luoghi, ed essendo luoghi, li si può raggiungere, o provarci.”
― Chiara Valerio

“Il tempo per il Conte non era una scala, ma una vasca, tutto ci galleggiava dentro.”
― Chiara Valerio, Così per sempre