There are such beings as vampires, some of us have evidence that they exist. Even had we not the proof of our own unhappy experience, the teachings and the records of the past give proof enough for sane peoples.
Bram StokerRead
I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the nature of sanity and madness, suggesting that what we consider normal may actually be a form of insanity.
Bram Stoker's quote provokes reflection on the boundaries of sanity and madness, implying that the state of mind we accept as normal could be an illusion. The mention of 'strait-waistcoats' evokes the idea of confinement associated with madness, suggesting that societal norms may trap us in a predetermined way of thinking, and we might someday awaken to a new understanding of sanity that defies these constraints.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about mental health and societal norms.
There are such beings as vampires, some of us have evidence that they exist. Even had we not the proof of our own unhappy experience, the teachings and the records of the past give proof enough for sane peoples.
I stood beside Van Helsing, and said;- "Ah, well, poor girl, there is peace for her at last. It is the end!" He turned to me, and said with grave solemnity:- "Not so; alas! not so. It is only the beginning!
Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love?
But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.
Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me! 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.
Yet it looks as if the thing we use to solve our problems with is the source of our problems. It's like going to the doctor and having him make you ill. In fact, in 20% of medical cases we do apparently have that going on. But in the case of thought, its far over 20%.
It was never what I wanted to buy that held my heart's hope. It was what I wanted to be.
He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead; his eyes are closed.
Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
A civilization is a heritage of beliefs, customs, and knowledge slowly accumulated in the course of centuries, elements difficult at times to justify by logic, but justifying themselves as paths when they lead somewhere, since they open up for man his inner distance.
Let us again pretend that life is a solid substance, shaped like a globe, which we turn about in our fingers. Let us pretend that we can make out a plain and logical story, so that when one matter is despatched—love for instance—we go on, in an orderly manner, to the next.
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