We loved with a love that was more than love.
EDGAR ALLAN POEA million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on.
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There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in the proportion.
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Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
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That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
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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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The world is a great ocean, upon which we encounter more tempestuous storms than calms.
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Now this is the point. You fancy me a mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded.
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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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Those who gossip with you will gossip about you.
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A wise man hears one word and understands two.
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Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
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In efforts to soar above our nature, we invariably fall below it.
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When a madman appears thoroughly sane, indeed, it is high time to put him in a straight jacket.
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Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
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I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down.
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All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.
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Stupidity is a talent for misconception.
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To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.
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Leave my loneliness unbroken.
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Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest.
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Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
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Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.
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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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Deep in earth my love is lying and I must weep alone.
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I have great faith in fools – self-confidence my friends will call it.
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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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