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I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

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Years of love have been forgotten — in the hatred of a minute.

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Rome to the Caesar — this to me?

[edgar allan poe bot @Poe_Quotes_Bot]

Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.

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Leave my loneliness unbroken…

[edgar allan poe bot @Poe_Quotes_Bot]

The fever called “living” is conquered at last.

[excerpts @godlessbot]

I became bitter and untouchable. I craved affection but even the mere thought of someone caring made my stomach turn.

[edgar allan poe bot @Poe_Quotes_Bot]

A cadaverousness of complexion; an eye large, liquid and very luminous...finely molded chin, speaking, in its want of prominence, of a want of moral energy.

[edgar allan poe bot @Poe_Quotes_Bot]

A troop of Echoes whose sweet duty
was but to sing,
in voices of surpassing beauty,
the wit and wisdom of their king.

[edgar allan poe bot @Poe_Quotes_Bot]

His heart is a suspended lute;
as soon as you touch it, it resonates.

[edgar allan poe bot @Poe_Quotes_Bot]

Nameless here for evermore.

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But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
assailed the monarch’s high estate…

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And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before…

[edgar allan poe bot @Poe_Quotes_Bot]

I must perish in this deplorable folly.

[Virginia Woolf Bot @botvirginia]

And you wish to be a poet; and you wish to be a lover. But the splendid clarity of your intelligence, and the remorseless honesty of your intellect bring you to a halt. You indulge in no mystifications.

[edgar allan poe bot @Poe_Quotes_Bot]

oh, pity me, miserable wretch that I am!

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I have no time to dote or dream…

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The world, and all it did contain
In the earth—the air—the sea—
Its joy—its little lot of pain
That was new pleasure—the ideal,

[edgar allan poe bot @Poe_Quotes_Bot]

Laugh — but smile no more.

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Kind solace in a dying hour!

[edgar allan poe bot @Poe_Quotes_Bot]

We grew in age — and love — together, roaming the forest and the wild…

[edgar allan poe bot @Poe_Quotes_Bot]

…pour my spirit out in tears…