Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
EDGAR ALLAN POEHappiness is not to be found in knowledge, but in the acquisition of knowledge.
More Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
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It is a happiness to wonder; it is a happiness to dream.
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From childhood’s hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.
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I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down.
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It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.
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If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.
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It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial.
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The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow.
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Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
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Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
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The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.
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And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.
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And I fell violently on my face.
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We loved with a love that was more than love.
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I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.
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Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.
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A lie travels round the world while truth is putting her boots on.
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That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.
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I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
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A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on.
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Leave my loneliness unbroken.
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I have great faith in fools – self-confidence my friends will call it.
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Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
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There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.
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Lord, help my poor soul.
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A wise man hears one word and understands two.
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That which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses.
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