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Last updated on November 22, 2024.
To observe attentively is to remember distinctly.
To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!
The best things in life make you sweaty. — © Edgar Allan Poe
The best things in life make you sweaty.
There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.
Dreams are the eraser dust I blow off my page. They fade into the emptiness, another dark gray day. Dreams are only memories of the plans I had back then. Dreams are eraser dust and now I use a pen.
It is a happiness to wonder; -- it is a happiness to dream.
Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.
To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.
And all I loved, I loved alone.
A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.
Leave my loneliness unbroken
We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams.
Even in the grave, all is not lost. — © Edgar Allan Poe
Even in the grave, all is not lost.
Who cares how time advances? I am drinking ale today.
False hope is nicer than no hope at all.
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"— here I opened wide the door; — Darkness there, and nothing more.
I have great faith in fools,— self-confidence my friends will call it.
I fell in love with melancholy
If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul; you haven't experienced poetry.
The world is a great ocean, upon which we encounter more tempestuous storms than calms.
Once upon a midnight dreary
Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from disease of thought– from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.
And so, being young and dipt in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.
It was night, and the rain fell; and falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood.
Reality is the #1 cause of insanity among those who are in contact with it
Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.
The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame.
Art is to look at not to criticize.
The plots of God are perfect. The Universe is a plot of God.
Life is for the strong, to be lived by the strong and if need be, taken by the strong. The weak were put on earth to give the strong pleasure.
The greater amount of truth is impulsively uttered; thus the greater amount is spoken, not written.
I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down.
Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore.
No man who ever lived knows any more about the hereafter than you and I.
The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow
Always keep a big bottle of booze at your side. If a bird starts talking nonsense to you in the middle of the night pour yourself a stiff drink.
Me volví loco, con largos intervalos de horrible cordura. — © Edgar Allan Poe
Me volví loco, con largos intervalos de horrible cordura.
Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.
Truth is not always in a well. In fact, as regards the more important knowledge, I do believe that she is invariably superficial. The depth lies in the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-tops where she is found.
I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
And the Raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming Of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamplight o'er him streaming Throws his shadow on the floor, And my soul from out that shadow, That lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted - nevermore.
Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone.
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain, but, once conceived, it haunted me day and night.
Marking a book is literally an experience of your differences or agreements with the author. It is the highest respect you can pay him.
I dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results.
Man is an animal that diddles, and there is no animal that diddles but man.
And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave. — © Edgar Allan Poe
And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave.
The most natural, and, consequently, the truest and most intense of the human affections are those which arise in the heart as if by electric sympathy.
I am walking like a bewitched corpse, with the certainty of being eaten by the infinite, of being annulled by the only existing Absurd.
Convinced myself, I seek not to convince.
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
You are not wrong who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.
And now have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but overacuteness of the senses?
The pioneers and missionaries of religion have been the real cause of more trouble and war than all other classes of mankind.
In efforts to soar above our nature, we invariably fall below it.
...the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long and final scream of despair.
But our love was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we Of many far wiser than we And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
You will observe that the stories told are all about money-seekers, not about money-finders.
Yet we met; and fate bound us together at the alter,and I never spoke of passion nor thought of love. She, however shunned society, and, attaching herself to me alone rendered me happy. It is a happiness to wonder; it is a happiness to dream.
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