I dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results.
EDGAR ALLAN POELet my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore.
More Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
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A lie travels round the world while truth is putting her boots on.
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To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.
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Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.
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Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
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Stupidity is a talent for misconception.
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Man’s real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.
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I have great faith in fools – self-confidence my friends will call it.
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I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.
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The depth lies in the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-tops where she is found.
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With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
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There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.
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Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.
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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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Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.
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And all I loved, I loved alone.
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Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.
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All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.
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I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
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If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.
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I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
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Blood was its Avatar and its seal.
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It is a happiness to wonder; it is a happiness to dream.
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Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
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Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
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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.
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All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream.
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