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"Dreaming pleasantly is spiritual."
"I will pursue the dream, no matter how long it takes to fulfil it."
"I will never give up on my dreams. I have the patient to wait and work hard for its fulfillment."
"Dream as if everything is possible."
"I agree that dreaming in not a crime, so I can dream as big as I can."
Explore more quotes by Edgar Allan Poe
"Let him talk," said Dupin, who had not thought it necessary to reply. "Let him discourse; it will ease his conscience, I a satisfied with having defeated him in his own castle."
"Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence."
"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?"
"From the dim regions beyond the mountains at the upper end of our encircled domain, there crept out a narrow and deep river, brighter than all save the eyes of Eleonora; and, winding stealthily about in mazy courses, it passed away, at length, through a shadowy gorge, among hills still dimmer than those whence it had issued. We called it the "River of Silence"; for there seemed to be a hushing influence in its flow. No murmur arose from its bed, and so gently it wandered along, that the pearly pebbles upon which we loved to gaze, far down within its bosom, stirred not at all, but lay in a motionless content, each in its own old station, shining on gloriously forever."
"I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity."
"Twas noontide of summer,And mid-time of night;And stars, in their orbits,Shone pale, thro' the lightOf the brighter, cold moon,'Mid planets her slaves,Herself in the Heavens,Her beam on the waves.I gazed awhileOn her cold smile;Too cold"too cold for me-There pass'd, as a shroud,A fleecy cloud,And I turned away to thee,Proud Evening Star,In thy glory afar,And dearer thy beam shall be;For joy to my heartIs the proud partThou bearest in Heaven at night,And more I admireThy distant fire,Than that colder, lowly light."
"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."
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