To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths.
Frases de Edgar Allan Poe
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Annabel Lee It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea,
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Annabel Lee It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. 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 Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea.
I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.
I have no faith in human perfectibility. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active. Not more happy. Nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.
If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.
For passionate love is still divine.
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague.
I dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results.
Man’s real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.
I have great faith in fools - self-confidence my friends will call it.
Years of love have been forgotten, in the hatred of a minute.
Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.
And so, being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.
This maiden she lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by me.
Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.