The object, Truth, or the satisfaction of the intellect, and the object, Passion, or the excitement of the heart, are, although attainable,… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Villains!' I shrieked. 'Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
To him, who still would gaze upon the glory of the summer sun, there comes, when that sun will from him part,… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
One morning, in cool blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it to the limb of a tree; —… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart - an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Thou wouldst be loved? - then let thy heart From its present pathway part not! Being everything which now thou art, Be… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
If any ambitious man have a fancy to revolutionize, at one effort, the universal world of human thought, human opinion, and human… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
The most natural, and, consequently, the truest and most intense of the human affections are those which arise in the heart as… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Scorching my seared heart with a pain, not hell shall make me fear again. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
I fashion the expression of my face, as accurately as possible, in accordance with the expression of his, and then wait to… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
When, indeed, men speak of Beauty, they mean, precisely, not a quality, as is supposed, but an effect - they refer, in… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
To be thoroughly conversant with Man’s heart, is to take our final lesson in the iron-clasped volume of Despair — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told. Men die nightly in their beds, wringing the hands of… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
There is no passion in nature so demoniacally impatient, as that of him who, shuddering upon the edge of a precipice, thus meditates a… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“A skillful literary artist has constructed a tale. If wise, he has not fashioned his thoughts to accommodate his incidents; but having conceived, with… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“I have said that the sole effect of my somewhat childish experiment—that of looking down within the tarn—had been to deepen the first singular… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams-- In what… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“Other friends have flown before — On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.” — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“To the right and left, as far as the eye could reach, there lay outstretched, like ramparts of the world, lines of horridly black… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Men die nightly in their beds, wringing the hands of ghostly confessors ... on account of the hideousness of mysteries which will not suffer… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
