Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
EDGAR ALLAN POELet my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore.
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.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThe 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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To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.
EDGAR ALLAN POETo elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.
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I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
EDGAR ALLAN POEI wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
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A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on.
EDGAR ALLAN POEA million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on.
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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?
EDGAR ALLAN POEThe 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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Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.
EDGAR ALLAN POEScience has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.
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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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There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.”
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I am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane.
EDGAR ALLAN POEI am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane.
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In efforts to soar above our nature, we invariably fall below it.
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We loved with a love that was more than love.
EDGAR ALLAN POEWe loved with a love that was more than love.
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The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThe eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow.
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Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.
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Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.
EDGAR ALLAN POEBelieve nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.
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Man’s real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.
EDGAR ALLAN POEMan’s real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.
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