Quotes About Death By Edgar Allan Poe

#1. Sleep, those little slices of death - how I loathe them.

Edgar Allan Poe

#2. In me didst thou exist-and, in my death, see by this image, which is thine own, how utterly thou hast murdered thyself.

Edgar Allan Poe

#3. The disease which had thus entombed the lady in the maturity of youth, had left, as usual in all maladies of a strictly cataleptical character, the mockery of a faint blush upon the bosom and the face, and that suspiciously lingering smile upon the lip which is so terrible in death

Edgar Allan Poe

#4. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.

Edgar Allan Poe

#5. True, nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am, but why will say that I am mad?! The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute.

Edgar Allan Poe

#6. Lord help my poor soul.

Edgar Allan Poe

#7. Even in the grave, all is not lost.

Edgar Allan Poe

#8. To conceive the horror of my sensations is, I presume, utterly impossible; yet a curiosity to penetrate the mysteries of these awful regions predominates even over my despair, and will reconcile me to the most hideous aspect of death.

Edgar Allan Poe

#9. I actually have a closet that's all shoes, maybe 700 pairs.

Russell Westbrook

#10. Even for those to whom life and death are equal jests. There are some things that are still held in respect.

Edgar Allan Poe

#11. Be silent in that solitude Which is not loneliness - for then The spirits of the dead who stood In life before thee are again In death around thee - and their will Shall then overshadow thee: be still.

Edgar Allan Poe

#12. 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

#13. It's a small world, but I wouldn't want to have to paint it.

Steven Wright

#14. To-day I wear these chains, and am HERE. To-morrow I shall be fetterless!
BUT WHERE?

Edgar Allan Poe

#15. From a proud tower in the town, Death looks gigantically down.

Edgar Allan Poe

#16. It is so basic. A human being is an innocent part of nature. Our civilization has distorted this universal quality that allows us to feel at home in our skin. Other animals have coats that they accept, but the human race has yet to come to terms with being nude.

Ruth Bernhard

#17. And then I fell suddenly calm, and lay smiling at the glittering death, as a child at some rare bauble.

Edgar Allan Poe

#18. LO! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone

Edgar Allan Poe

#19. No one should ever be punished for feeling love.

Julieanne O'Connor

#20. I could have clasped the red walls to my bosom as a garment of eternal peace. "Death," I said, "any death but that of the pit!" Fool! might I have not known that into the pit it was the object of the burning iron to urge me?

Edgar Allan Poe

#21. In death - no! even in the grave all is not lost. Else there is no immortality for man. Arousing from the most profound slumbers, we break the gossamer web of some dream. Yet in a second afterward, (so frail may that web have been) we remember not that we have dreamed.

Edgar Allan Poe

#22. Ah, Death, the spectre which sate at all feasts! How often, Monos, did we lose ourselves in speculations upon its nature! How mysteriously did it act as a check to human bliss - saying unto it thus far, and no farther!

Edgar Allan Poe

#23. Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!

Edgar Allan Poe

#24. I never can hear a crowd of people singing and gesticulating, all together, at an Italian opera, without fancying myself at Athens, listening to that particular tragedy, by Sophocles, in which he introduces a full chorus of turkeys, who set about bewailing the death of Meleager.

Edgar Allan Poe

#25. At night, they lie in bed holding hands. It is possible if she is stealthy enough that the wife can do this while secretly giving the husband the finger.

Jenny Offill

#26. There's a great deal of scientific evidence that social connectedness is a very strong protector of emotional well-being, and I think there's no question that social isolation has greatly increased in our culture in, say, the past 50 years, past 100 years.

Andrew Weil

#27. The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.

Edgar Allan Poe

#28. 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.

Edgar Allan Poe

#29. A strong argument for the religion of Christ is this - that offenses against Charity are about the only ones which men on their death-beds can be made - not to understand - but to feel - as crime.

Edgar Allan Poe

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

Edgar Allan Poe

#31. Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.

Edgar Allan Poe

#32. In the deepest slumber-no! In delirium-no! In a swoon-no! In death-no! even in the grave all is not lost.

Edgar Allan Poe

#33. All in vain; because Death, in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel - although he neither saw nor heard - to feel the presence of my head within the room.

Edgar Allan Poe

#34. For her whom in life thou dids't abhor, in death thou shalt adore

Edgar Allan Poe

#35. 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