Edgar Allan Poe Quotes

There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told. Men die nightly in their beds, wringing the hands of ghostly confessors, and looking them piteously in the eyes — die with despair of...

To-day I wear these chains, and am HERE. To-morrow I shall be fetterless!--BUT WHERE?

The idea of God, infinity, or spirit stands for the possible attempt at an impossible conception.

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

Is all that we see or seemBut a dream within a dream?

That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.

There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust.

To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!

We gave him a hearty welcome, for there was nearly half as much of the entertaining as of the contemptible about the man..

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of m...

And all I loved, I loved alone.

Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.

The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow.

It all depends on the robber's knowledge of the loser's knowledge of the robber. - Daupin

The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls...

In criticism, I will be bold, and as sternly, absolutely just with friend and foe. From this purpose nothing shall turn me.

But our love was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we Of many far wiser than we And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my...

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreamsOf the beautiful Annabel Lee;And the stars never rise but i feel the bright eyesOf the beautiful Annabel Lee.

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