Frases de Edgar Allan Poe

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“Tudo o que vemos ou nos parece vermos não é mais do que um sonho dentro de outro sonho.”

“A ciência não averiguou ainda se a loucura é ou não a mais sublime das inteligências.”

“Tudo o que amei, amei sozinho.”

“Não há beleza rara sem algo de estranho nas proporções.”

“Naquela escuridão, por muito tempo fiquei ali parado, imaginado,
temendo, duvidando, sonhando sonhos que nenhum mortal jamais ousou sonhar antes.”

“Nenhum homem que tenha vivido conhece mais sobre a vida depois da morte que eu ou você. Toda religião simplesmente desenvolveu-se com base no medo, ganância, imaginação e poesia.”

“A vida real do homem é feliz, principalmente porque está sempre à espera de o ser em breve.”

“As quatro condições elementares para a felicidade são: vida ao ar livre, amor de mulher, ausência de qualquer ambição e a criação de um novo e belo ideal.”

“Quando um louco parece completamente sensato, já é o momento de pôr-lhe a camisa de força.”

“Convencido eu mesmo, não procuro convencer os demais.”

“E nenhum poema será tão grande, tão nobre, tão verdadeiramente digno do nome de poesia quanto aquele que foi escrito tão só e apenas pelo prazer de escrever um poema.”

“A poesia é a criação rítmica da beleza em palavras.”

“Comigo a poesia não foi um propósito, mas uma paixão.”

“Os cabelos brancos são arquivos do passado.”

“O homem não se entrega aos anjos, nem se rende inteiramente à morte, senão pela fraqueza de sua débil vontade.”

“Todas as obras de arte devem começar pelo final.”

“Quem sonha de dia tem consciência de muitas coisas que escapam a quem sonha só de noite.”

“É de se apostar que toda ideia pública, toda convenção aceita seja uma tolice, pois se tornou conveniente à maioria.”

“Mas assim como na ética o mal é uma conseqüência do bem, assim, com efeito, da nossa alegria tem nascido a dor.”

“Talvez seja a própria simplicidade do assunto que nos conduz ao erro.”

“Na minha opinião, o crime perfeito existe.”

“Defino a poesia das palavras como Criação rítmica da Beleza. O seu único juiz é o Gosto.”

“Todas as coisas criadas são pensamentos de Deus.”

“Para sermos felizes até certo ponto é preciso que tenhamos sofrido até o mesmo ponto.”

“A indefinção é um elemento da verdadeira música (poesia) - quero dizer, da verdadeira expressão musical… - indefinição sugestiva do significado com vistas a produzir a definitude de um efeito vago e, portanto, espiritual.”

“A perversidade é um dos impulsos primitivos do coração humano.”

“Se você deseja esquecer algo, anote que esse item deve ser lembrado.”

“Senhor, ajude minha pobre alma.”

“A enorme multiplicação de livros em todos os ramos do conhecimento é uma das maiores pragas desta era, porque é um sério obstáculo à aquisição de qualquer conhecimento positivo.”

“Não é na ciência que está a felicidade, mas na aquisição da ciência.”

“E as trevas, a decadência e a morte vermelha detinham domínio ilimitado sobre todos.”

“I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone —
And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone —”

“Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term "Art," I should call it "the reproduction of what the Senses perceive in Nature through the veil of the soul." The mere imitation, however accurate, of what is in Nature, entitles no man to the sacred name of "Artist".”

“And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door.”

“There is then no analogy whatever between the operations of the Chess-Player, and those of the calculating machine of Mr. Babbage, and if we choose to call the former a pure machine we must be prepared to admit that it is, beyond all comparison, the most wonderful of the inventions of mankind.”

“In reading some books we occupy ourselves chiefly with the thoughts of the author; in perusing others, exclusively with our own.”

“I attacked with great resolution the editorial matter, and, reading it from beginning to end without understanding a syllable, conceived the possibility of its being Chinese, and so re-read it from the end to the beginning, but with no more satisfactory result.”

“Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture — a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees — very gradually — I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye for ever.”

“To observe attentively is to remember distinctly.”

“They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”

“Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore —
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!”

“And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,
Shall do it reverence.”

“A dark unfathom'd tide
Of interminable pride —
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem.”

“Come! let the burial rite be read — the funeral song be sung! —
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young —
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.”

“Music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry; music without the idea is simply music; the idea without the music is prose from its very definitiveness.”

“TRUE! — nervous — very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?”

“The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?”

“How many good books suffer neglect through the inefficiency of their beginnings!”

“These fellows, knowing the extravagant gullibility of the age, set their wits to work in the imagination of improbable possibilities — of odd accidents, as they term them; but to a reflecting intellect (like mine," I added, in parenthesis, putting my forefinger unconsciously to the side of my nose,) "to a contemplative understanding such as I myself possess, it seems evident at once that the marvelous increase of late in these 'odd accidents' is by far the oddest accident of all. For my own part, I intend to believe nothing henceforward that has anything of the 'singular' about it.”

“All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of chicanery, fear, greed, imagination and poetry!”

“After reading all that has been written, and after thinking all that can be thought on the topics of God and the soul, the man who has a right to say that he thinks at all, will find himself face to face with the conclusion that, on these topics, the most profound thought is that which can be the least easily distinguished from the most superficial sentiment.”

“If you still think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs.”

“"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! — quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."”

“Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,
And tempted her out of her gloom.”

“Thank Heaven! the crisis —
The danger is past,
And the lingering illness
Is over at last —
And the fever called "Living"
Is conquered at last.”

“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.”

“Few persons can be made to believe that it is not quite an easy thing to invent a method of secret writing which shall baffle investigation. Yet it may be roundly asserted that human ingenuity cannot concoct a cipher which human ingenuity cannot resolve.”

“Convinced myself, I seek not to convince.”

“And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before.”

“This—all this—was in the olden
Time long ago.”