“What if Time, herself, had heard our story, came to know the pace of us, and not even she could stand to wait?”— Mia Hollow, miahollow.tumblr.com
“I grew, day by day, more moody, more irritable, more regardless of the feelings of others. I suffered myself to use intemperate language to my wife. At length, I even offered her personal violence.”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion. Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“When it most closely allies itself to Beauty: the death, then, of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world — and equally is it beyond doubt that the lips best suited for such topic are those of a bereaved lover.”— Edgar Allan Poe, eapoe.org
“I have no faith in human perfectibility. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active --not more happy --nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“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 spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies…”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“There are two bodies — the rudimental and the complete ; corresponding with the two conditions of the worm and the butterfly. What we call "death," is but the painful metamorphosis. Our present incarnation is progressive, preparatory, temporary. Our future is perfected, ultimate, immortal. The ultim…”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him.”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad Humanity may assume the semblance of a Hell -- but the imagination of man is no Carathis, to explore with impunity its every cavern. Alas! the grim legion of sepulchral terrors cannot be regarded as altogether fanciful --…”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“No pictorial or sculptural combinations of points of human loveliness, do more than approach the living and breathing human beauty as it gladdens our daily path.”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“Coincidences, in general, are great stumbling blocks in the way of that class of thinkers who have been educated to know nothing of the theory of probabilities- that theory to which the most glorious objects of human research are indebted for the most glorious of illustration.”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from disease of thought– from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“In our endeavors to recall to memory something long forgotten, we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember.”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”— Rainer Maria Rilke, amazon.com
“I would always look for clues to her in books and poems, I realized. I would always search for the echoes of the lost person, the scraps of words and breath, the silken ties that say, look: she existed.”— Meghan O'Rourke, amazon.com