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100 poetic phrases by Edgar Allan Poe

100 poetic phrases by Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe (1809 - 1849) was an American romantic writer, poet, critic and journalist, known for his brief evocative stories and poems that captured the imagination and interest of readers around the world. He is especially remembered for his horror stories, and his imaginative narrative and mystery stories were the seeds of modern detective stories.

Many of Poe's works, including "The heart of the story", "The fall of Usher's house" Y "The Raven”Became classics of literature. Some aspects of Poe's life, like his literature, are shrouded in mystery, and the lines between reality and fiction seem even more blurred since his strange death.

Famous quotes by Edgar Allan Poe

Men have called me crazy; but the question is not yet resolved, if the madness is or is not the highest intelligence.

Create only half of what you see and nothing of what you hear.

Deep in that darkness looking closely, I was always there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams that no mortal ever dared to dream before.

I went crazy, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

I stayed too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.

The believer is happy. He who doubts is wise.

For me, poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.

In short, I would define the poetry of words as the rhythmic creation of beauty.

Years of love have been forgotten, in the hate of a minute.

I intend to endure everything I can leave.

I fear the events of the future, not in themselves, but in their results.

A lie travels around the world while the truth is put on boots.

All we see or feel is just a dream within a dream.

Deep in the earth, my love lies. And I must cry alone.

And being young and immersed in madness, I fell in love with melancholy.

All suffering comes from yearning, attachment and desire.

Poetry is the rhythmic creation of beauty in words.

What you confuse with madness is nothing but an overactivation of the senses.

We love with a love that was more than love.

If a man cheats me once, I am ashamed of him; If he cheats me twice, I feel sorry for me.

Those who gossip with you will gossip about you.

Dying of laughter must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!

If you run out of ideas, go your way; You will get there.

To raise the soul, poetry is necessary.

You make me crazy. Crazy people know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded ...

It was night, and the rain was falling; and falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood.

The limits that divide the life of death are, at best, bleak and vague. Who will say where one ends and where the other begins?

Always keep a bottle of liquor by your side. If a bird starts saying nonsense in the middle of the night, pour yourself a drink.

I intend not to endure anything I can repress.

False hope is better than no hope.

Every religion, my friend, simply developed from fraud, fear, greed, imagination and poetry.

It is a happiness to marvel; It is a happiness to dream.

And being young and immersed in madness, I fell in love with melancholy.

If a poem has not destroyed your soul; You have not experienced poetry.

I felt that I was breathing an atmosphere of sadness.

There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless that cannot be played without emotion.

However, I am angry and I am not ... and I surely do not dream.

Even in the grave, all is not lost.

If you want to forget something on the spot, take note that this must be remembered.

The most fearsome monsters are those that hide in our souls.

The best things in life make you sweat.

Convinced of myself, I try not to convince.

Dying of laughter must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!

I wish I could be as mysterious as a cat.

It is by no means an irrational fantasy that, in a future existence, we will see what we think our present existence is, like a dream.

Stupidity is a talent for error.

And I fell violently in my face ...

Beauty of any kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

There are some secrets that do not allow them to be told.

I have no faith in human perfection. I believe that human effort will not have an appreciable effect on humanity. Man is now more active, not happier, or wiser than he was 6000 years ago.

And everything I loved, I loved him alone.

Invisible things are the only realities.

True genius shudders at the incomplete state, imperfection, and generally prefers silence to say something that is not all that must be said.

Art is looking not to criticize.

Sleep, those little slices of death, how I hate them.

Each poem should remind the reader that they will die.

I have great faith in fools; Self-confidence my friends call it.

The past is a pebble in my shoe.

Sometimes I am terrified of my heart; of his constant hunger for whatever he wants. The way it stops and starts.

The most natural and, therefore, most true and most intense human affections are those that arise in the heart.

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of its reality.

Those who dream during the day are aware of many things that escape those who only dream at night.

The death of a beautiful woman is, without a doubt, the most poetic theme in the world.

Without suffering, I would never have been blessed.

Let my heart stop for a moment and this mystery explore ...

Leave my loneliness intact.

Who cares how time progresses? I am drinking beer today.

I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before killing him.

The plots of God are perfect. The Universe is a plot of God.

The eye, like a broken mirror, multiplies the images of sadness.

I was never really crazy except sometimes when my heart was moved.

No man who has lived knows more about the hereafter than you and me.

Poetry is the rhythmic creation of beauty in words.

To observe closely is to remember clearly.

Reality is the number one cause of insanity among those who are in contact with it.

A poem in my opinion, opposes a work of science to have for its immediate purpose, pleasure, not the truth.

There is no exquisite beauty ... without something strange in proportion.

Do not believe anything you hear, and only the half you see.

True, nervous, very, very terribly nervous, I was and I am, but why will I say that I am angry? The disease had sharpened my senses, had not destroyed them, had not blunted them. Above all, the sense of hearing was acute.

They call it hope, that fire of fire! It is nothing but agony of desire.

The world is a great ocean, on which we find more storms than calm.

A short story must have a unique state of mind and each prayer must develop towards it.

People have nothing to do with laws, but with obeying them.

The nature of truth in general, like that of some minerals in particular, is to be richer when it is more superficial.

The pioneers and missionaries of religion have been the real cause of more problems and wars than all other classes of humanity.

The senses perceive in nature through the veil of the soul.

That pleasure that is both the purest, the highest and the most intense, derives, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.

There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.

Blood was his avatar and his seal.

When a madman seems totally sensible, in fact, it is time to put on a straitjacket.

Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest.

Imperceptibly, the love for these discords grew on me as my love for music grew stronger.

I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between disaster and atrocity.

I am walking like a haunted corpse, with the certainty of being eaten by the infinite, of being annulled by the only existing Absurd.

Life is for the strong, to be lived by the strong and if necessary, taken by the strong. The weak were put on the ground to give great pleasure.

The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I no longer knew myself. My original soul seemed, immediately, to take its flight from my body; and a malevolence rather than diabolic, fed with gin, thrilled every fiber in my body.

Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a large portion of truth, perhaps the largest, arises from the seemingly irrelevant.

Even with the absolutely lost, for whom life and death are equally jokes, there are matters of which no joke can be made.

The grammar of a man, like Caesar's wife, should not only be pure, but above the suspicion of impurity.

Lord help my poor soul.