More Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
If you run out of ideas follow the road; you'll get there
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
And so, being young and dipt in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.
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.
And all I loved, I loved alone.
The best things in life make you sweaty.
Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.
