Top 54 Poe Love Quotes
#1. We all have the choice as to how we want to create our world.
Mark Andrew Poe
#2. Love is at the very root of having a positive attitude.
Mark Andrew Poe
#3. I have been happy, though in a dream.
I have been happy-and I love the theme:
Dreams! in their vivid colouring of life
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Edgar Allan Poe
#4. 'Love and Terror on the Howling Plains of Nowhere' took me six years to write.
Poe Ballantine
#5. I don't give up on people, even when they give up on me.
Mark Andrew Poe
#6. Edgar Allen Poe really started me when I was 8. I fell in love with everything of his.
Ray Bradbury
#7. 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 winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
Edgar Allan Poe
#9. Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life,
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality, which brings
To the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of Paradise and Love- and all our own!
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.
Edgar Allan Poe
#10. And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.
Edgar Allan Poe
#11. I am love. But no one has ever said that love is easy.
Mark Andrew Poe
#13. Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
Edgar Allan Poe
#17. I love writing literary stuff. My favorite writer is definitely Edgar Allan Poe - so imaginative and prolific. My second favorite writer would have to be Shakespeare - I love the emotion and human truths he touches on so beautifully.
MC Lars
#18. And into this bizarrerie, as into all his others, I quietly fell; giving myself up to his wild whims with a perfect abandon.
Edgar Allan Poe
#19. I am Rabbit. I can be anywhere. I can be everywhere. I am outside time. I am outside dimension.
Mark Andrew Poe
#20. Imperceptibly the love of these discords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger.
Edgar Allan Poe
#21. This maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
Edgar Allan Poe
#22. At three in the morning the gaudy paint is off that old whore, the world, and she has no nose and a glass eye. Gaiety becomes hollow and brittle, as in Poe's castle surrounded by the Red Death. Horror is destroyed by boredom. Love is a dream.
Stephen King
#23. Alas! for that accursed time They bore thee o'er the billow, From love to titled age and crime, And an unholy pillow! From me, and from our misty clime, Where weeps the silver willow!
Edgar Allan Poe
#24. Not accustomed to entertaining angels, are we?" he asked.
Mark Andrew Poe
#25. P - Jamie!" I called.
He waded back toward me. "I'm starting to think my name is Pajamie."
"Your name should be Pajerky. You said it wasn't deep."
"Pajerky?" He gave me a skeptical look. "That's Pathetic."
"We'll see how smug you are once I'm on dry land.
Diana Peterfreund
#26. Literature has been part of my life for as long as I can remember. I can't think back before a time that I didn't love writing and reading. When I was really young, my mother would read poems to me. I loved Edgar Allan Poe - I am sure I didn't understand it, but I loved it.
Alexandra Adornetto
#27. I have no words - alas! - to tell
The loveliness of loving well!
Edgar Allan Poe
#29. I heed not that my earthly lot Hath - little of Earth in it - That years of love have been forgot In the hatred of a minute: - I mourn not that the desolate Are happier, sweet, than I, But that you sorrow for my fate Who am a passer by.
Edgar Allan Poe
#30. There are all kinds of love. We place too much emphasis on romantic love as the be-all and end-all. But there is brotherly love. Sisterly love. Love for mom. Love for dad. And naturally, vice-versa. Even with our enemies, we should try to turn them into friends through love.
Mark Andrew Poe
#34. There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man." ~ 'The Black Cat.
Edgar Allan Poe
#35. 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.
Edgar Allan Poe
#36. We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.
Edgar Allan Poe
#37. [Cat] found a complete set of the works of Edgar Allan Poe, with little tabs of paper sticking out. The were scrawled over with the witch's comments to herself, "Fun!" "Try this, but with exploding feathers!" and "Gotta love him
deeply sick.
Gregory Maguire
#40. Our ability to choose is sacred. It's what makes humans special.
Mark Andrew Poe
#41. To love is to give hope to even the darkest atmosphere.
Mark Andrew Poe
#42. The man smiled. "Harry is unique, for he was born with a special gift of sight, with eyes able to see things that are unseen. He has talents to move matter by the sound of his voice.
Mark Andrew Poe
#43. And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams
In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams!
Edgar Allan Poe
#44. Thou wouldst be loved? - then let thy heart From its present pathway part not; Being everything which now thou art, Be nothing which thou art not. So with the world thy gentle ways, Thy grace, thy more than beauty, Shall be an endless theme of praise. And love a simple duty.
Edgar Allan Poe
#45. From childhood's hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.
Edgar Allan Poe
#46. And thus thy memory is to me
Like some enchanted far-off isle
In some tumultuous sea
Some ocean throbbing far and free
With storms - but where meanwhile
Serenest skies continually
Just o'er that one bright island smile.
Edgar Allan Poe
#47. Why was he here? Why was he always, always, always around? Didn't he have a life? Didn't he have anything better to do?
Diana Peterfreund
#48. We grew in age - and love - together
Roaming the forest, and the wild;
My breast her shield in wintry weather -
And, when the friendly sunshine smil'd,
And she would mark the opening skies,
I saw no Heaven - but in her eyes.
Edgar Allan Poe
#50. Yes I now feel that it was then on that evening of sweet dreams- that the very first dawn of human love burst upon the icy night of my spirit. Since that period I have never seen nor heard your name without a shiver half of delight half of anxiety.
Edgar Allan Poe
#51. you ruptured
the love lakes
of my longing
and scattered
the continents
of my heart.
K.Y. Robinson
#52. Lady Ligeia," he began again, "is a woman in the literature who returns from the dead, taking over another woman's body to be with her true love."
"Oh, yes. Lovely" Isobel blanched. "I guess the other chick didn't mind at all?
Kelly Creagh
#53. It is difficult to understand the journey of a hero," the whisperer said.
Mark Andrew Poe
#54. In the Heaven's above, the angels, whispering to one another, can find, among their burning terms of love, none so devotional as that of 'Mother.
Edgar Allan Poe
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