Edgar Allan Poe Messages

Best 20+ Edgar Allan Poe Messages, Quotes, and Images

If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul; you haven't experienced poetry.

If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul; you haven't experienced poetry.

The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow

The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow

To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!

To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

Invisible things are the only realities.

Invisible things are the only realities.

Art is to look at not to criticize.

Art is to look at not to criticize.

Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.

Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.

To observe attentively is to remember distinctly.

To observe attentively is to remember distinctly.

There are some secrets that do not permit themselves to be told.

There are some secrets that do not permit themselves to be told.

The best things in life make you sweaty.

The best things in life make you sweaty.

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