False hope is nicer than no hope at all.
EDGAR ALLAN POE- The true genius shudders at incompleteness – and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.
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The true genius shudders at incompleteness – and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.
More Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
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Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.
EDGAR ALLAN POEMysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.
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Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
EDGAR ALLAN POEBeauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
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Imperceptibly the love of these discords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger.
EDGAR ALLAN POEImperceptibly the love of these discords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger.
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There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThere is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.
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A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.
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We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.
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Happiness is not to be found in knowledge, but in the acquisition of knowledge.
EDGAR ALLAN POEHappiness is not to be found in knowledge, but in the acquisition of knowledge.
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Convinced myself, I seek not to convince.
EDGAR ALLAN POEConvinced myself, I seek not to convince.
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Yet mad I am not and very surely do I not dream.
EDGAR ALLAN POEYet mad I am not and very surely do I not dream.
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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.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThe 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.
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Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day; or the agonies which are have their origins in ecstasies which might have been.
EDGAR ALLAN POEEither the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day; or the agonies which are have their origins in ecstasies which might have been.
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All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
EDGAR ALLAN POEAll that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
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The true genius shudders at incompleteness – and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThe true genius shudders at incompleteness – and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.
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Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.
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I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
EDGAR ALLAN POEI remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
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