Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
Finally on Sunday morning, October 7, 1849, "He became quiet and seemed to rest for a short time. Then, gently, moving his head," he said, "Lord help my poor soul." As he had lived so he died-in great misery and tragedy.
Edgar Allan Poe
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When your conscience says law is immoral, don't follow it.
Jack Kevorkian
I do what I believe the Lord did, and that is walk in love with all mankind, which I don't see a lot of Christians doing. Christians can be so judgmental that it can turn off people who are considering converting. It makes me a little embarrassed, to tell you the truth, when I hear Christians criticizing others.
Tasha Smith
I think it would be bizarre to pick somebody to speak at the convention based on their sexual preference, because once you go down that road, why don't you pick a transvestite?
Gary Bauer
Serbia did not want to recognize our country in a peaceful way, so that is why they wanted to destroy us. All our efforts to find a peaceful solution were impossible. In order to save the people, NATO had to intervene.
Ibrahim Rugova
You can't be a victim and heal.
A. J. Langer
Horrors, I believe, should be original - the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence.
H. P. Lovecraft
I'm so much happier now that people seem to find better things to ask me about than all my 'accomplishments' from when I was a little girl. I feel like that was so long ago, and so irrelevant to who I am now, that I am glad the focus isn't really on that as much any more.
Alicia Witt
I felt sure we could gain the upper hand by putting ourselves in the mindset of the Incas.
Sayyid Tahir al-Hashimi
My style is casual-chic? Casual-messy?
James Franco
..scumbled froth.. ..capable of indicating a mouth, eyes, a nose with a single stroke of the brush, the rest of the face modeled by the perfect accuracy of these indications.
Berthe Morisot
The first person to blow up my fashion consciousness was a 14-year-old girl named Sandrine. She was the most beautiful human I had ever seen.
Mary Gaitskill
Finally on Sunday morning, October 7, 1849, "He became quiet and seemed to rest for a short time. Then, gently, moving his head," he said, "Lord help my poor soul." As he had lived so he died-in great misery and tragedy.
Edgar Allan Poe