The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThat which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses.
More Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
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I have great faith in fools – self-confidence my friends will call it.
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There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.
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Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
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If a man deceives me once, shame on him; if he deceives me twice, shame on me.
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All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
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There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in the proportion.
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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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Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.
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Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore.
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Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
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I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
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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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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.
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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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