Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
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And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.
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We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams.
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If you are ever drowned or hung, be sure and make a note of your sensations.
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A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.
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The plots of God are perfect. The Universe is a plot of God.
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There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity must assume the aspect of Hell.
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The history of all Magazines shows plainly that those which have attained celebrity were indebted for it to articles similar in natureto Berenice--although, I grant you, far superior in style and execution. I say similar in nature. You ask me in what does this nature consist? In the ludicrous heightened into the grotesque: the fearful coloured into the horrible: the witty exaggerated into the burlesque: the singular wrought out into the strange and mystical.
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In spite of the air of fablethe public were still not at all disposed to receive it as fable. I thence concluded that the facts of my narrative would prove of such a nature as to carry with them sufficient evidence of their own authenticity.
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In death - no! even in the grave all is not lost. Else there is no immortality for man. Arousing from the most profound slumbers, we break the gossamer web of some dream. Yet in a second afterward, (so frail may that web have been) we remember not that we have dreamed.
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He must be theory-mad beyond redemption who ... shall ... persist in attempting to reconcile the obstinate oils and waters of Poetry and Truth.
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It is a happiness to wonder; -- it is a happiness to dream.
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It may be roundly asserted that human ingenuity cannot concoct a cipher which human ingenuity cannot resolve.
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Who cares how time advances? I am drinking ale today.
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Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore.
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You are not wrong who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.
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Literature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit for a man.
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Yes," I said, "for the love of God!
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Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.
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Every moment of the night Forever changing places And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces...
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It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee;-- And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.