A Quote by Bela Lugosi

Death, the final, triumphant lover. — © Bela Lugosi
Death, the final, triumphant lover.
A lover in life will be a lover in death, a lover in the tomb, a lover in paradise, a lover on the day of resurrection.
It is significant that one says book lover and music lover and art lover but not record lover or CD lover or, conversely, text lover.
Your earthly lover can be charming and coquettish but never very faithful. The true lover is the one who on your final day opens a thousand doors.
Beppu (n.) The triumphant slamming shut of a book after reading the final page.
An idealistic lover is a blind lover, and therefore a true lover; a pragmatic lover is a sighted lover, and therefore a false lover.
Modern thought has transferred the spectral character of Death to the notion of time itself. Time has become Death triumphant over all.
I don't accept defeat as final. Only death is final - and even then I hope for a reprieve.
Even in death may you triumphant
Death is final. No it is not just final, it's worse than that, it's diminishing: the dead continue to decrease, to occupy less space.
My wife determined that my genius should prevail, and that my final success as an ornithologist should be triumphant.
I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant.
In the presence of death, no philosophy of life can feel triumphant!
I wrote 'Triumphant Heart' and it made me feel triumphant.
The church of the elect, which is partly militant on earth, and partly triumphant in heaven, resembles a city built on both sides of a river. There is but the stream of death between grace and glory. Death, to God's people, is but a ferry-boat.
The final hour when we cease to exist does not itself bring death; it merely of itself completes the death-process. We reach death at that moment, but we have been a long time on the way.
The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death.
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