Quotes of: Edgar-allan-poe Keyword

Grief doesn't have a face.

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all.

Heinrich Heine

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.

Samuel Daniel

We are all insects. Groping towards something terrible or divine-

The Man in the High Castle

Be as thou wast wont to be. See as thou wast wont to see.

A Midsummer Night's Dream

Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.

Homer

A man dies still if he has done nothing, as one who has done much.

Homer

Our minds are mysterious; our conscious brain is like a ship on a sea that is obscure to us.

Meghan O'Rourke

A mother is beyond any notion of a beginning. That's what makes her a mother.

Meghan O'Rourke

I live to collect information, and I am also a perfectionist.

Meghan O'Rourke

The Koran and the laws of all civilized nations legislate against the vilification of religions.

Naguib Mahfouz

Death doesn't just make all the world kin, it makes all religions one

Neal Shusterman

The mind of a bigot to the pupil of the eye; the more light you pour on it, the more it contracts.

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

Do not be bullied out of your common sense by the specialist; two to one, he is a pedant.

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

Many ideas grow better when transplanted into another mind than in the one where they sprang up.

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

Oh, what a tangled web do parents weave when they think that their children are naive.

Ogden Nash

When I was a child, I thought as a child. But now I have put away childish things.

Philip K. Dick

But time given to wishing for what can't be is not only spent, but wasted, and for all that we waste we shall be accountable.

Penelope Fitzgerald

Prosperity is no just scale; adversity is the only balance to weigh friends.

Plutarch

Living at that pitch, on that edge, is something which many poets engage in to some extent.

Paul Muldoon

As it fell upon a day in the merry month of May, sitting in a pleasant shade which a grove of myrtles made.

Richard Barnfield