I leave you the best phrases of Edgar Allan Poe, American writer and poet, characterized by his dark gothic style and his atmospheres of psychological terror. In addition, Poe was responsible for creating some of the most important works in contemporary American literature such as The Black Cat, The Tell-Tale Heart, and The Raven.
Born in 1809, he is considered the inventor of the detective literary genre and was one of the pioneers of science fiction novels. His life was very bitter, being an orphan at an early age and dying in conditions yet to be clarified. You may also be interested in these phrases of great historical writers.
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-Without suffering, I would never have been blessed.
-Art is to look so as not to criticize.
-Music, when accompanied by a pleasant idea, is poetry.
-All suffering originates from cravings, attachment, and desire.
-The past is a stone in my shoe.
-Those who gossip with you will gossip about you.
-The danger does not scare me at all, but its ultimate consequence: terror.
-Everything that we see or seem to be, is but a dream within another dream.
-The moon never shines without bringing dreams with it.
-The believer is happy. He who doubts is wise.
-Even in the grave, all is not lost.
-I am a writer. Therefore I am not sane.
-Death is taken face to face with courage, and then invited to a drink.
-Convinced myself, I do not seek to convince others.
-Invisible things are the only realities.
-The saner is the one who accepts his own madness.
-The best things in life make you sweat.
-False hope is better than no hope.
-The gray hair is the records of the past.
-Let my heart be still for a moment and explore this mystery.
-The world is a great ocean in which we find more storms than calm.
-Reality is the number one cause of insanity among those who are in contact with it.
-It is a joy to marvel; it is a joy to dream.
-A short story should have a single state of mind and each sentence should contribute to it.
-A lie travels around the world while the truth puts on its boots.
-It was night, and the rain was falling; and falling, it was rain, but having fallen, it was blood.
-Who cares how time goes by? Today I am drinking beer.
-Poetry is the rhythmic creation of beauty in words.
-We loved with a love that was more than love.
-If you want to forget something at that precise moment, write a note that says that it must be remembered.
-Real rays that you cannot see, are flashing through eternity.
-Dying laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!
-This man is not really brave, nor is he afraid of looking or being, when it suits him, a coward.
"I was never kinder to that old man than during the week before I murdered him."
-It is impossible to imagine a more nauseating show than that of the plagiarist.
-The death of the beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetic theme in the world.
-If you run out of ideas, go your way; you will get there.
-The man who wants to contemplate face to face the glory of God on earth, must contemplate this glory in solitude.
-The rain fell on my head, exposed. And the wind made me crazy and deaf and blind.
"Right! Nervous, very, very nervous I had been and am, but why would you say I'm crazy?"
-If a poem has not destroyed your soul; then you have not experienced poetry.
-Sir, help my poor soul.
-The most terrifying monsters are those that lurk within our own souls.
-The Darkness, the Decay, and the Red Death had unlimited dominance over everything.
-The only way for man to preserve his freedom is to always be willing to die for it.
-God gave me a spark of genius, but put it out in misery.
-Science still does not teach us whether or not madness is the sublimity of intelligence.
-What you mistake for madness is nothing more than a hyper acuity of the senses.
-The dream, those little slices of death; how I hate them.
-To observe carefully is to remember clearly.
-The demon of evil is one of the first instincts of the human heart.
-People have nothing to do with laws, but with obeying them.
-They call that fire of fires hope! But it is but the agony of desire.
-All religions, my friend, simply evolved from fraud, fear, greed, imagination and poetry.
-The idea of God, the infinite and the spirit represents the possible attempt at an impossible conception.
-It is the nature of truth in general, as well as that of some minerals in particular, to be more valuable the more superficial.
-No man who has ever lived knows more about the afterlife than you and me.
-I was never really insane, except for the times when my heart was touched.
-I remember the flatness and the humidity; and then everything is madness, the madness of a memory that is hidden among the forbidden things.
-Beauty is the only legitimate terrain of the poem.
-I heard all things in heaven and on earth. And I heard a lot of things in hell.
-Happiness is not in science, but in the acquisition of science.
-All artwork must start at the end.
-And violently I fell on my face.
-His heart is a suspended lute; as soon as you touch it, it resonates.
-I do not intend to tolerate anything that I can suppress.
-I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect between disaster and atrocity.
-In fact, I have doubts all the time. Any smart person has them. There are so many possible perspectives for each question.
-Other friends have already flown away from me towards the morning; he too will abandon me like my old hopes.
-However, I'm not crazy, and I'm certainly not dreaming. But tomorrow I will die, and today I would like to lighten my soul.
-I fear the events of the future, not in themselves, but their results.
-For me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
-The plots of God are perfect. The universe is a plot of God.
-There is no exquisite beauty without a bit of strangeness in proportion.
-The mysteries force a man to think, and therefore to damage his health.
-But our love was much stronger than the love of those older than us and of those wiser than us.
-The truth is not always in a well.
-I went crazy, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
-And suddenly calm overcame me and I was smiling at the glow of death, like a child with a new toy.
-Marking a book is literally experiencing differences or agreements with the author. It is the greatest respect you can give this one.
-Childhood knows the human heart.
-Those who dream during the day are aware of many things that escape from those who dream only during the night.
-It is uncertain that the human species can create an enigma that human ingenuity itself cannot solve.
-Years of love have been forgotten in the hatred of a minute.
-Leave my loneliness intact.
-I stayed inside my mind for too long, and ended up losing my mind.
-Stupidity is a talent for understanding ideas in the wrong way.
-We gave the future to the winds, and we neglect the tranquility in the present, weaving the boring world that surrounds us in dreams.
-Beauty of any kind, in its supreme development, invariably induces tears in the sensitive soul.
-A million candles have been consumed. And I'm still reading.
-There are some secrets that do not allow themselves to be told.
-Man is an animal that cheats; and there is no animal that cheats except man.
-Being young and full of stupidity, I fell in love with melancholy.
-The grammar of a man, like Caesar's wife, must not only be pure, but above the suspicion of impurity.
-The depth is in the valleys where we look for it, and not in the tops of the mountains where it is seen.
-Come! Let the funeral rite be read, let the funeral song be sung! A hymn for the most majestic dead who ever died so young.
-How many good books suffer from neglect due to the inefficiency of their beginnings!
-This is the point. I like you madly. Crazy people don't know anything. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded.
-There was much of the beautiful, much of the foolish, much of the strange, some of the terrible, and not a little of what could have aroused the disgust.
-I am walking like a haunted corpse, with the certainty of being eaten by infinity, of being annulled by the only existing absurdity.
-Deep in the ground, my love is lying. And I have to cry alone.
-There is a certain eloquence in true enthusiasm.
-The pioneers and missionaries of religion have been the real cause of more problems and wars than all other humans.
-There are strings in the hearts of the most reckless, which cannot be played without emotion.
-What a tangled web we weave when we practice to cheat for the first time!
-The words do not have the power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
-The true life of a man is happy, mainly because he always hopes to be soon.
-I feel as if I have breathed an atmosphere of sadness.
"Don't we have a perpetual inclination, against our better judgment, to break the law, simply because we know it must be followed?"
-To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.
-The limits that divide life from death are, at best, diffuse and vague. Who will determine where one ends and the other begins?
-Blood was his personification and his seal.
-In one out of every hundred cases, a point is discussed excessively because it is obscure; in the remaining ninety-nine cases, it is obscure because it is discussed excessively.
-I wish I could write as mysteriously as a cat.
-Denigrating a great man is the easiest way for a little man to achieve greatness.
-The eye, like a broken mirror, multiplies the images of anguish.
-Don't believe anything you believe, and only believe half of what you see.
-All poems must remind readers of their imminent death.
-It is impossible to discern how the idea entered my brain for the first time; but once conceived, it tormented me day and night.
- That pleasure, which is at the same time the purest, the highest and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.
-If a man cheats on me once, I'm ashamed of him; If you cheat on me twice, I feel sorry for myself.
- Perhaps it is the very simplicity of the matter that leads us to error.
-Passion must perish along with youth.
-The four conditions for happiness: the love of a woman, a life in the open air, the absence of all ambition and the creation of a new beauty.
-I have great faith in fools; my friends call it self confidence.
-Since that moment, I have never seen or heard your name without a chill, half pleasure and half anxiety.
-Imperceptibly, the love for these discords grew within me, as my love for music grew stronger.
-When a mad man seems completely sensible, it is time to put a straitjacket on him.
-The ingenious always have a lot of fantasy, while the truly imaginative man is always an analyst.
-The agony of my soul was released in a strong, long and final cry of despair.
-There is no passion so diabolically impatient in nature as that of one who, shuddering on the edge of a cliff, meditates thus on his fall.
-Once upon a time there was a gloomy midnight, as I pondered, weak and tired, on many strange and curious volumes of forgotten knowledge…
-The men have called me crazy; but the question is not yet resolved, whether or not madness is the most superior of intelligences.
-Life is for the strong, to be lived by the strong, and if necessary, to be taken by the strong. The weak were put on the ground to give great pleasure.
- Ninety-nine people are satisfied with dreams, but the renewed hope of the world is in the hundredth man, who strives severely to make them come true.
-And so during the evening, I lay down next to my love, my life and my girlfriend, in the tomb that was next to the sea, in her grave, next to the surrounding sea.
-I have no faith in human perfection. Man is more active now, but not happier or more intelligent than he was 6000 years ago.
-Even for those completely lost, for whom life and death are in equal measure a mockery, there are questions about which no joke can be made.
-There are few people who, at some point in their lives, have not had fun going through the steps with which they reached certain conclusions in their own minds.
-There is something in the generous and self-sacrificing love of a beast that reaches directly to the heart of one who has often tasted false friendship and the fragile fidelity of man.
-There are few cases in which popularity should be considered an appropriate test of merit; but the songwriting case is, I think, one of those few.
-Who has not found himself a hundred times committing a vile or foolish act for no other reason than knowing that he should not be doing it?
-Sometimes I'm terrified of my heart and its constant hunger for whatever it wants, the way it stops and starts.
And the silky, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain thrilled me and filled me with amazing terrors that I had never felt before.
-To become completely familiar with the heart of man, is to take our last lesson from the tome of despair, sealed with an iron clasp.
-Always keep a bottle of liquor by your side. If a bird starts talking nonsense in the middle of the night, pour yourself a drink.
-And so faintly you came to knock on the door of my room that I could hardly believe that I heard you; there I opened the door wide, and there was only darkness, and nothing else.
-I have not risked my life, reputation and reason seeking pleasure; but trying to escape tortuous memories, unbearable loneliness and fear of an imminent doom.
-Deep in that darkness, I was looking for a long time, questioning, fearing, doubting and dreaming things that no other mortal had dared to dream before.
-In no way is it an irrational fantasy that, in a future existence, we perceive what we think is our present existence as a dream.
-Since childhood I have been absent. What the others were like, I couldn't see. I couldn't awaken joy in my heart in the same way. Everything I loved, I loved alone.
-If you asked me to define the word "art" in a few words, I would call it the reproduction of what the senses perceive in nature through the veil of the soul.
-A dark but beautiful and calm gloom permeated everything. The shadow of the trees fell heavy on the water and seemed to bury itself in it, flooding the bottom with their darkness.
-In the heavens above, the angels, whispering to each other, cannot find among their fiery terms of love, one as devoted as that of "mother".
-In our efforts to remember something that we have long forgotten, we often find ourselves on the edge of memory, without finally being able to remember it.
-The most natural human affections and, consequently, the truest and most intense, are those that arise in the heart through an electrifying affinity.
-In criticism, I will be daring, and just as I will be severe, I will also be absolutely fair to both the friend and the enemy. Nothing will keep me from this purpose.
-Thank the heavens !, the crisis, the danger has passed, and the constant illness has finally ended, and the fever called "life" has finally been overcome.
-The true genius shudders at inconclusion, imperfection, and usually prefers silence to saying that something that is not all that should be said.
-The raven, sitting alone on the placid bust, only said that single word, as if his soul in that single word sprouted.
-Hell could not invent a torture greater than that of being accused of abnormal weakness for being abnormally strong.
-I am in the midst of the roar of the shore tormented by the waves, and I have grains of golden sand in my hands. How few! Yet they crawl through my fingers as I cry.
-I was cautious with what I said to the young woman, I could no longer be sure that she was sane; in fact, she had a disturbing glint in her eyes that almost made me think she wasn't.
-Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast and perhaps the greatest portion of the truth arises from the apparently irrelevant.
-When men speak of beauty, they speak not of a quality, but of an effect. In short, they refer only to that intense and pure elevation of the soul, not the intellect or the heart.
-The fury of a demon quickly possessed me. He didn't recognize me. My soul was moving away from my body, and an evil more than diabolical, nourished with gin, excited every fiber of my being.
-The joy is born sadness. Either the memory of the happiness of yesterday is the anguish of today, or that the agonies of today have their origin in the ecstasies of things that could have been.
-Imagine the horror of my emotions is totally impossible; but my curiosity to understand the mysteries exceeds my burden, and will reconcile me with the most terrifying aspect of death.
-An evil is not repaired when the punishment exceeds its rectifier. Similarly, patching is lacking when the avenger fails to express his feelings to the one who has inflicted evil on him.
"Not only have I worked for the good of others, but I have been forced to mold my mind at the will of men whose stupidity was evident to all but themselves."