Books Quote by Edgar Allan Poe

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly, I wished…

— Edgar Allan Poe

“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded,…

— Edgar Allan Poe

“She had wept until she was scrapped raw inside, empty but for the leaden weight of every memory of the life she had left,…

— Kali Wallace

“We kept walking, our shadows moving in shifting blobs over the ground. The sound of river rocks rattled under our feet. We turned along…

— Anonymous

“And I am weary of the anguish Increasing winters bear; Weary to watch the spirit languish Through years of dead despair. So, if a…

— Emily Brontë

“The sorrow never dies; it is merely pearled by time. No”

— Greg Bear

“I mourned, hands clenched, before that mound. For the piercing cold of grief had caught Me in the doleful dread and bound My heart,…

— Anonymous

“The shadow of my sorrow. Let's see, 'tis very true. My griefs lie all within and these external manners of laments are mere shadows…

— William Shakespeare

“It's sad to wander about the graveyard of my tired memory, where all hurts have been forgiven, where every sin has been more than…

— Teffi

“If tears of sorrow are the echoes of things lost, what then are tears of joy?”

— Tyra Lynn

“Sorrow was my constant companion, even though I no longer wept. It was the shadow that followed me on sunny days, the weight pressing…

— Melanie Benjamin

“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.” ― William”

— Inglath Cooper