More Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
Never to suffer would have been never to have been blessed
And so, being young and dipt in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.
If a man deceives me once, shame on him; if he deceives me twice, shame on me.
There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Art is to look at not to criticize.
Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
Those who gossip with you will gossip about you.