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The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
There is no beauty without some strangeness
All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.
The believer is happy. The doubter is wise.
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
And so, being young and dipt in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.
I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
Always keep a big bottle of booze at your side. If a bird starts talking nonsense to you in the middle of the night pour yourself a stiff drink.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.
The world is a great ocean, upon which we encounter more tempestuous storms than calms.
Leave my loneliness unbroken
And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams-- In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams!
The best things in life make you sweaty.
A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.
If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul; you haven't experienced poetry.
There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
If a man deceives me once, shame on him; if he deceives me twice, shame on me.
We loved with a love that was more than love.
The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow
Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.
I found him well educated, with unusual powers of mind, but infected with misanthropy, and subject to perverse moods of alternate enthusiasm and melancholy.
It was night, and the rain fell; and falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
I call to mind flatness and dampness; and then all is madness - the madness of a memory which busies itself among forbidden things.
The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.
All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.
If you run out of ideas follow the road; you'll get there
I fell in love with melancholy
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted -- Nevermore!
Those who gossip with you will gossip about you.
Invisible things are the only realities.
It is a happiness to wonder; -- it is a happiness to dream.
Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.
I have great faith in fools,— self-confidence my friends will call it.
Reality is the #1 cause of insanity among those who are in contact with it
Never to suffer would have been never to have been blessed.
If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.
Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
Once upon a midnight dreary
We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams.
False hope is nicer than no hope at all.
Stupidity is a talent for misconception.
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?
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.