Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poewas an American writer, editor, and literary critic. Poe is best known for his poetry and short stories, particularly his tales of mystery and the macabre. He is widely regarded as a central figure of Romanticism in the United States and American literature as a whole, and he was one of the country's earliest practitioners of the short story. Poe is generally considered the inventor of the detective fiction genre and is further credited with contributing to the...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth19 January 1809
CityBoston, MA
CountryUnited States of America
There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.
The past is a pebble in my shoe.
Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.
Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.
A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on. (Montresor)
One morning, in cool blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it to the limb of a tree; — hung it with the tears streaming from my eyes, and with the bitterest remorse at my heart; — hung it because I knew that it had loved me, and because I felt it had given me no reason of offence; — hung it because I knew that in so doing I was committing a sin — a deadly sin that would so jeopardize my immortal soul as to place it — if such a thing were possible — even beyond the reach of the infinite mercy of the Most Merciful and Most Terrible God.
I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.
All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted -- Nevermore!
Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone.
And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.
From childhood's hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.
The best things in life make you sweaty.
We loved with a love that was more than love.