Quote by Edgar Allan Poe Download Open image ““Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer”” — Edgar Allan Poe ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.8 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“The air was full of human essence, of artificial enticement, of coquetry, indolence, pleasure—the man-made sense of existence.” — O. Henry Copy Share Image
“Would that you could live on the fragrance of the earth, and like an air plant be sustained by the light.” — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
“Every atom of her body was touching the air, and the air was generous; it brought with it, from afar, secrets and perfumes to… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
“In this place the air he breathed was fresher, the sun was brighter, and life was filled with hope.” — Matt Thomas Copy Share Image
“I became the very air; I was full of stars. I was the soaring spaces between the spires of the cathedral, the solemn breath… — Rachel Hartman Copy Share Image
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“When air becomes breath, and cells become sentient, Words become poetry, and facts become science.” — Abhijit Naskar Copy Share Image
“But I am not going to give every detail. Some things lose their fragrance when opened to the air, and there are stirrings of… — John Beevers Copy Share Image
“... now and again we would happen to step out of the familiar universe into a sudden sharp shock of sweetly scented air, sudden… — Steven Millhauser Copy Share Image
“Be that fragnance which fades in breezes of cold air but always gives intense smell.” — Sakin Maharjan Copy Share Image
“This time he just inhaled, deep and luxurious. The inhale was to fill up on her scent, she knew. The exhale was her name,… — Eileen Wilks 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 deliberate care, a certain unique or single effect to be wrought out, he then invents as may best aid him in establishing this preconceived effect. If his very initial sentence tend not to the outbringing of… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share
“During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share
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 impression. There can be no doubt that the consciousness of the rapid increase of my superstition—for why should I not so term it?—served mainly to accelerate the increase itself. Such, I have long known, is the… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share
And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams-- In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams! — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share
“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
