EDGAR ALLAN POE QUOTES ABOUT LONELINESS

“I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.”

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

“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.”

“We loved with a love that was more than love.”

“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”

“The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.”

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

“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”

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

“The true genius shudders at incompleteness—imperfection—and usually prefers silence to saying the something which is not everything that should be said.”

“And all I loved, I loved alone.”

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

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

“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”

“There is no beauty without some strangeness.”

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

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

“Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.”

“It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.”

“I have great faith in fools—self-confidence my friends will call it.”

“Sleep, those little slices of death. How I loathe them.”

“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.”

“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.”

“There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in the proportion.”

“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?”

“The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.”

“The true genius shudders at incompleteness – imperfection – and usually prefers silence to saying the something which is not everything that should be said.”

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

“It is a happiness to wonder; it is a happiness to dream.”

“Years of love have been forgot, in the hatred of a minute.”