dracula quotes and critics Flashcards
enter freely
enter freely and of your own will
i long to go through
the crowded streets of your mighty london
the castle is a veritable
prison and i am a prisoner
man’s brain
and a women’s heart
how blessed are some people
whose lives have no fears, no dreads, sleep is a blessing
deliberate voluptuousness
that is both thrilling and repulsive
closed my eyes
in a languorous ecstasy
this man belongs to me
i want him
with his sharp long nails
he opened a vein in his breast
one of
god’s women
he died
a gallant gentleman
we women have something of the
mother in us
she makes a very beautiful
corpse
dischord in the great harmony
of natures silence
his eyes blazed with a sort
of demonic fury
she is no longer the the devil’s undead.
she is god’s true death, whose soul is with him
‘ doors everywhere
locked and bolted
ills of morality
smell of blood, corruption had become itself corrupt
transylvania is not england
our ways are not your ways
the blood
is life
the sweetness was
turned to heartless cruelty and the purity to voluptuous wantonness
your girls that you all love
are mine already
a devilish mockery
of lucy’s sweet purity
unclean, unclean
the almighty shuns my polluted flesh
why can’t they let a girl
marry three men
the further east you go
the more unpunctual the trains are
the sky was bathed
in rosy light
the castle is on the very edge
of a terrible precipice
one of the wildest
and least known portions of europe
we learn from failure
not from success
i want you to believe
to believe in things that you cannot
how good and thoughtful he is
the world seems full of good men- even if there are monsters in it
i suppose that we women are such cowards
that we think a man will save us from fear
never did tombs look so ghastly white
never did cypress, or yew, or juniper so seem the embodiment of funeral gloom
knowledge is stronger than
memory, and we should not trust the weaker
there are mysteries which
men can only guess at
i want to cut off
her head and take out her heart
doors, doors, doors
everywhere, and all locked and bolted
i felt in my heart
a wicked desire
both thrilling
and repulsive
had put into her veins
the blood of four strong women
lucy’s eyes unclean
and full of hell fire
he was never so resolute
never so strong, never full of volcanic energy
her white nightdress
was smeared with blood
i cannot think clearly
when my body is confined
there are darknesses in life and there are lights
and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights
i am longing to be with you and by the sea
where we can walk together freely and build our castles in the air
she actually licked her lips
like an animal
i closed my eyes
in a languorous ecstacy and waited
it is a strange world
a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and
troubles
the last i saw of count dracula was his kissing his hand to me
with a red light of triumph in his eyes, and a smile that judas in hell might be proud of
euthanasia
is an excellent and comforting word
there was one great tomb, more lordly than all the rest
huge it was and nobly proportioned. on it was one word: DRACULA
this man belongs to me
i want him
because if a woman’s heart was free
a man might have hope
with his long sharp nails
he opened a vein in his breast
it is only when a man feels himself face to face
with such horrors that he can understand their true import +
and you, their best beloved one, are now to me
flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood, kin of my kin
i have a sort of empty feeling
nothing of the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing
faith is our only
anchor
i suppose it is some taste of the original apple
that remains still in our mouths
you think to baffle me
you with your pale faces all in a row, like sheep in a butcher’s
your girls that you
all love are mine already
we women have something
of the mother in us
is it possible that love
is all subjective, or objective
the tomb in the daytime, and when wreathed
with fresh flowers, had looked grim and gruesome enough
she makes a very beautiful
corpse, sir
if america can go on breeding men like that
she will be a power in the world indeed
you must not be alone
for to be alone is full of fears and alarms
the tightening of an arm over the shoulder
a sob in unison, are expressions of sympathy dear to a man’s heart
