I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

— Edgar Allan Poe

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The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.


There is no beauty without some strangeness


I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.

Edgar Allan Poe quote I remained too much inside my head and e

I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.


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.


All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.


The believer is happy. The doubter is wise.

Edgar Allan Poe quote There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm

There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.


We loved with a love that was more than love.


Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.


And so, being young and dipt in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.

Edgar Allan Poe quote I do not suffer from insanity, I enjoy e

I do not suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it.


Always keep a big bottle of booze at your side.

If a bird starts talking nonsense to you in the middle of the night pour yourself a stiff drink.


I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.


Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

Edgar Allan Poe quote There is no beauty without some strangen

There is no beauty without some strangeness.


About Edgar Allan Poe

Quotes 374 sayings
Nationality American
Profession Writer
Birthday January 19, 1809

All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.


That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.


I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

Edgar Allan Poe quote All that we see or seem is but a dream w

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.


The fury of a demon instantly possessed me.

I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame.


A lie travels round the world while truth is putting her boots on.


Leave my loneliness unbroken

Edgar Allan Poe quote I'm a writer. Therefore. I am not sane.

I'm a writer. Therefore. I am not sane.


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!


The world is a great ocean, upon which we encounter more tempestuous storms than calms.


Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.


A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.


The best chess-player in Christendom may be little more than the best player of chess; but proficiency in whist implies capacity for success in all those more important undertakings where mind struggles with mind.


The best things in life make you sweaty.


The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.


I found him well educated, with unusual powers of mind, but infected with misanthropy, and subject to perverse moods of alternate enthusiasm and melancholy.


If a man deceives me once, shame on him; if he deceives me twice, shame on me.


If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul; you haven't experienced poetry.


I call to mind flatness and dampness;

and then all is madness - the madness of a memory which busies itself among forbidden things.


It was night, and the rain fell; and falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood.


And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted -- Nevermore!


I fell in love with melancholy


Truth is not always in a well. In fact, as regards the more important knowledge, I do believe that she is invariably superficial. The depth lies in the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-tops where she is found.


The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?


Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.


If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.


[E]very plot, worth the name, must be elaborated to its dénouement before anything be attempted with the pen. It is only with the dénouement constantly in view that we can plot its indispensable air of consequence, or causation, by making the incidents, and especially the tone at all points tend to the development of the intention.


Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.


Those who gossip with you will gossip about you.


Reality is the #1 cause of insanity among those who are in contact with it


Invisible things are the only realities.


Never to suffer would have been never to have been blessed.


Dreams are the eraser dust I blow off my page.

They fade into the emptiness, another dark gray day. Dreams are only memories of the plans I had back then. Dreams are eraser dust and now I use a pen.


Once upon a midnight dreary


Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart;

of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.


We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams.


And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave.


And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.


Stupidity is a talent for misconception.