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099948680027 января 2015 г.Invisible things are the only realities.
~ from “Loss of Breath,” 1832011- 099948680027 января 2015 г.Instinct, so far from being an inferior reason, is perhaps the most exacted intellect of all.
~ from “Instinct vs. Reason–A Black Cat” 184009 - 099948680027 января 2015 г.I know not how it was—but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of
insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit.
~ from “The Fall of the House of Usher,” 183906 - 099948680027 января 2015 г.There are surely other worlds than this—other thoughts than the thoughts of the multitude—other speculations than the speculations of the sophist.
~ from “The Assignation,” 183404 - 099948680027 января 2015 г.Just as the day dawns to the friendless and houseless beggar who roams
the streets throughout the long desolate winter night—just so tardily—
just so wearily—just so cheerily came back the light of the Soul to me.
~ from “The Premature Burial,” 184403 - 099948680027 января 2015 г.Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things
which escape those who dream only by night.
~ from “Eleonora,” 184107 - 099948680027 января 2015 г.From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
~ from “Alone,” 183001 - 099948680027 января 2015 г.Chapter 1Читать далее
There is no passion in nature so demoniacally impatient, as that of him,
who shuddering upon the edge of a precipice, thus meditates a Plunge.
To indulge, for a moment, in any attempt at thought, is to be inevitably lost;
for reflection but urges us to forbear, and therefore it is, I say, that we cannot.
If there be no friendly arm to check us, or if we fail in a sudden effort to
prostrate ourselves backward from the abyss, we plunge, and are destroyed.
~ from “The Imp of the Perverse,” 184501 - 099948680027 января 2015 г.The death, then, of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably,
the most poetical topic in the world—and equally is it
beyond doubt that the lips best suited for such topic are
those of a bereaved lover.
~ from “The Philosophy of Composition,” 184601