Winter = baking season. It's on.
I'm always afraid of failing. I have to quiet that fear if I'm going to get up in the morning.
My head's never really quiet. The only time I can get it to turn off is if I watch 'CSI' or 'Law & Order,' where I have to follow the crime. If I can't turn my head off during that, I know I've really got a problem.
When you are missing someone, time seems to move slower, and when I'm falling in love with someone, time seems to be moving faster.
Heartbreak is the national anthem. We sing it proudly.
Just being a human being, Iâ€™ve realized that before every big problem you create for yourself, before every huge mess you have to clean up, there was a crucial moment where you couldâ€™ve just said no.
I don't like to feel like I'm some fragile package that has to be shipped by high-priority mail and handled with white gloves.
Sometimes the lines in a song are lines you wish you could text-message somebody in real life,
The longer you're with the wrong person, you could be completely overlooking the chance to meet the right person.
You need to be happy with yourself or you'll never be able to be happy in a relationship.
The higher powers of the reflective intellect are more decidedly and more usefully tasked by the unostentatious game of draughts than by all the elaborate frivolity of chess.
Out- out are the lights- out all! And, over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, While the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, "Man," And its hero the Conqueror Worm.
Sound loves to revel in a summer night.
No thinking being lives who, at some luminous point of his life of thought, has not felt himself lost amid the surges of futile efforts at understanding, or believing, that anything exists greater than his own soul.
In beauty of face no maiden ever equaled her. It was the radiance of an opium-dream - an airy and spirit-lifting vision more wildly divine than the fantasies which hovered about the slumbering souls of the daughters of Delos.
This maiden she lived with no other thoughtThan to love and be loved by me.
Literature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit for a man.
Yet we met; and fate bound us together at the alter,and I never spoke of passion nor thought of love. She, however shunned society, and, attaching herself to me alone rendered me happy. It is a happiness to wonder; it is a happiness to dream.
I need scarcely observe that a poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul. The value of the poem is in the ratio of this elevating excitement. But all excitements are, through a psychal necessity, transient.
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.
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.
The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world. Edgar Allan Po
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
By the grey woods, by the swamp, where the toad and newt encamp, by the dismal tarns and pools, where dwell the Gouls. By each spot the most unholy, by each nook most melancholy, there the traveller meets, aghast, sheeted memories of the Past. Shrouded forms that start and sigh, as they pass the wan
There are some qualities, some incorporate things, that have a double life, which thus is made. A type os twin entity which springs from matter and light, envinced in solid and shade.
Stupidity is a talent for misconception. Edgar Allan
Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore- Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore- Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the an
I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
I have not only labored solely for the benefit of others (receiving for myself a miserable pittance), but have been forced to model my thoughts at the will of men whose imbecility was evident to all but themselves
Yes," I said, "for the love of God!