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"What does this beauty or than music mean to you? You cannot see the waves rolling up the beach or hear their roar. What do they mean to you?' In the most evident sense they mean everything. I cannot fathom or define their meaning any more than I can fathom or define love or religion or goodness."
"I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy."
"The golden proportion is a scale of proportions which makes the bad difficult to produce and the good easy."
"You are funny like a kid and awesome like a princess. Unseen like an angel, like the morning sunshine, Kindness like a river and highness like a mountain, In the middle of the Rheine, the cute face and sweet lips, (La la la la, La la , mmmm , mm). Keep the lovely smile, in your juicy icy eyes, Open the heaven for my eyes, forever angel voice, Never angry never harsh, never mad never marsh, Dear or darling, either diamond or dime, Overall the dream of the world."
"It is difficult for flowers to hide their beauty, that is why they are always picked first."
Explore more quotes by Edgar Allan Poe
"On desperate seas long wont to roam Thy hyacinth hair they classic face Thy naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome."
"I have been happy, though in a dream.I have been happy-and I love the theme:Dreams! in their vivid colouring of lifeAs in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife."
"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 have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense?"
"And thus when by Poetry, or when by Music, the most entrancing of the poetic moods, we find ourselves melted into tears, we weep then, not... through excess of pleasure, but through a certain petulant, impatient sorrow at our inability to grasp now, wholly, here on earth, at once and forever, those divine and raptorous joys of which through the poem, or through the music, we attain to but brief and indeterminate glimpses."
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