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
But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the alienation and lack of identity felt by someone who is out of place.
In this quote, Bram Stoker highlights the profound sense of isolation that a stranger experiences in an unfamiliar environment. It emphasizes how being unknown and unrecognized by others can lead to feelings of insignificance and disconnection, suggesting that without connection to others, one's existence feels diminished.
In practice
In a speech about embracing diversity, this quote could illustrate the challenges faced by immigrants.
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?
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.
It is the eve of St. George's Day. Do you not know that tonight, when the clock strikes midnight, all the evil things in the world will have full sway?
Freedom to many means immediate betterment, as if by magic. Unless I can meet at least some of these aspirations, my support will wane and my head will roll just as surely as the tickbird follows the rhino.
I hardly ever talk- words seem such a waste, and they are none of them true. No one has yet invented a language from my point of view.
We cannot discuss the state of our minorities until we first have some sense of what we are, who we are, what our goals are, and what we take life to be. The question is not what we can do now for the hypothetical Mexican, the hypothetical Negro. The question is what we really want out of life, for ourselves, what we think is real.
Gourmandise is an impassioned, rational, and habitual preference for all objects which flatter the sense of taste.
I seem to myself, as in a dream, Am accidental guest in this dreadful body.
Where God tears great gaps we should not try to fill them with human words.
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