Edgar Allan Poe Quotes

“It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic.”

“I continued, as was my wont, to smile in his face, and he did not perceive that my smile now was at the thought of his immolation.”

Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone

“Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;”

“Leave my loneliness unbroken”

“But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee.”

“Yet mad I am not...and very surely do I not dream.”

“There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart - an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime.”

“And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave.”

“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.”

“Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

“Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or a silly action for no other reason than because he knows he should not?”

“It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night.”

“In the deepest slumber-no! In delirium-no! In a swoon-no! In death-no! even in the grave all is not lost.”

“Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore...”

“Now this is the point. You fancy me a mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded...”

“True, nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am, but why will say that I am mad?! The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute.”

“As a poet and as a mathematician, he would reason well; as a mere mathematician, he could not have reasoned at all.”

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

“I smiled,—for what had I to fear?”

“But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul”

“A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on.”

“What a tale their terror tells.”

“Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgment, to violate that which is Law, merely because we understand it to be such?”

“For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams”

“Science has its place in man’s search for understanding, but science and the imagination have tended to bifurcate in the modern world; only the true poetic intellect can end this long-established dualism.”

“There are few persons who have not, at some period of their lives, amused themselves in retracing the steps by which particular conclusions of their own minds have been attained. The occupation is often full of interest and he who attempts it for the first time is astonished by the apparently illimitable distance and incoherence between the starting-point and the goal.”

“Coincidences, in general, are great stumbling-blocks in the way of that class of thinkers who have been educated to know nothing of the theory of probabilities---that theory to which the most glorious objects of human research are indebted for the most glorious of illustration.”

“I was deeply interested in the little family history which he detailed to me with all that candor which a Frenchman indulges whenever mere self is the theme.”

“You will observe that the stories told are all about money-seekers, not about money-finders.”

“That is another of your odd notions,” said the Prefect, who had a fashion of calling every thing “odd” that was beyond his comprehension, and thus lived amid an absolute legion of “oddities.”

“How they scream out their affright!”

What a horror they outpour

“How we shiver with affright.”

“And this I did for seven long nights—every night just at midnight—but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye.”

“I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart.”

“I smiled—for what had I to fear?”

“It was a low, dull, quick sound – much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton.”

“And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel – although he neither saw nor heard – to feel the presence of my head within the room.”

“A watch’s minute hand moves more quickly than did mine.”

“True! - nervous - very, very nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?”

″ Almighty God!—no, no! They heard!—they suspected!—they knew!—they were making a mockery of my horror!—this I thought, and this I think.”

“It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night.”

“And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense?”

“And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it – oh so gently!”

“All in vain; because Death, in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim.”

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;

Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore –

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted – nevermore

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;

“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster

“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil! – Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,

“Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting

From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore – For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore –

“His eyes flashed with a fierce light. He laughed and threw the bottle upwards with a gesticulation I did not understand.”

“Its walls had been lined with human remains, piled to the vault overhead, in the fashion of the great catacombs of Paris.”

“A moment more and I had fettered him to the granite.”

“He had a weak point–this Fortunato...”

“A moment more and I had fettered him to the granite.”

“In painting and gemmary, Fortunato, like his countrymen, was a quack–but in the matter of old wines he was sincere.”

“It was about dusk, one evening during the supreme madness of the carnival season, that I encountered my friend.”

″‘I shall not die of a cough.’ ‘True – true,’ I replied.”

“For the half of a century no mortal has disturbed them.”

“The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as best I could; but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge.”

“At length I would be avenged; this was a point definitely, settled—but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish but punish with impunity.”

“I had finished a portion of the last and the eleventh; there remained but a single stone to be fitted and plastered in.”

“The man wore motley. He had on a tight-fitting parti-striped dress, and his head was surmounted by the conical cap and bells.”

″‘You jest,’ he exclaimed, recoiling a few paces. ‘But let us proceed to the Amontillado.‘”

“A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser.”

″‘Come,’ I said, with decision, ‘we will go back; your health is precious.‘”

“Ha! ha! ha!–he! he!–a very good joke indeed–an excellent jest. We shall have many a rich laugh about it at the palazzo–he! he! he!–over our wine–he! he! he!”

“There came forth in reply only a jingling of the bells. My heart grew sick–on account of the dampness of the catacombs.”

“Blood was its Avatar and its seal—the redness and the horror of blood.”

“The external world could take care of itself.”

“And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.”

“The ‘Red Death’ had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous.”

“Beneath the pressure of torments such as these, the feeble remnant of the good of within me succumbed.”

“Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgement, to violate that which is Law, merely because we understand it to be such?”

“I knew that in doing so I was committing a sin- a deadly sin that would so jeopardize my immortal soul as to place it- if such a thing were possible- even beyond the reach of the infinite mercy of the most Merciful and most Terrible God.”

“I came to look upon it with unutterable loathing, and to flee silently from its odious presence, as from the breath of a pestilence.”

“I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to takes its flight from my body.”

“I had walled the monster up within the tomb.”

“Not hear it? --yes, I hear it, and have heard it. Long --long --long --many minutes, many hours, many days, have I heard it --yet I dared not --oh, pity me, miserable wretch that I am! --I dared not --I dared not speak! We have put her living in the tomb!”

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

“During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens...”

“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.”

“I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country, and at length found myself, as the shades of evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.”

“It was, perhaps, the narrow limits to which he thus confined himself upon the guitar, which gave birth, in great measure, to the fantastic character of his performances.”