And all I loved, I loved alone.
EDGAR ALLAN POEAh, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
More Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
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The true genius shudders at incompleteness – imperfection – and usually prefers silence to saying the something which is not everything that should be said.
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Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger, portion of truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.
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Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
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Convinced myself, I seek not to convince.
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The ninety and nine are with dreams, content, but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.
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Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.
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Leave my loneliness unbroken.
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Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
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All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.
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In efforts to soar above our nature, we invariably fall below it.
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The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
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It is a happiness to wonder; it is a happiness to dream.
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And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.
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The past is a pebble in my shoe.
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Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
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