Edgar Allan Poe citáty

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„Nikdy som nebol skutočne šialený, až na prípady, keď sa niekto dotkol môjho srdca.“

„Spánok. Tie malé kúsky smrti. Ako ich nenávidím.“

„Ak vám báseň neroztrhala dušu, nezažili ste poéziu.“

„Stal som sa šialeným s dlhými intervalmi príšernej príčetnosti.“

„Žijem pre všetky tie noci, ktoré si nebudem pamätať, s priateľmi, na ktorých nikdy nezabudnem.“

„Každého boha zabil čas, zabije aj vášho.“

„Rana bičom pôsobí modrinu, ale rana jazykom drtí kosti.“

„A všetko čo som miloval, miloval som sám.“

„V hlupákov mám veľkú vieru - moji priatelia to nazývajú sebavedomie.“

„Človek je zviera, ktoré klame a neexistuje zviera, ktoré by klamalo, len človek.“

„Smrť sa blíži a tieň, ktorý je jej predzvesťou mäkko obostiera moju dušu. Kráčajúc chmúrnym údolím prahnem po účasti mojich blížnych.“

„Rozhranie medzi životom a smrťou býva nepatrné, matné. Kto môže povedať, kde jeden končí a kde ďalší začína?“

„Kto sa aspoň sokrát nepristihol, ako sa dopúšťa zlého a hlúpeho skutku len a len preto, že vie, že nemá?“

„Zvuk sa rád baví počas letnej noci.“

„Koľko dobrých kníh trpí zanedbaním kvôli neefektívnosti ich začiatkov!“

„Ten, kto sa bojí byť bláznom, vtedy keď mu to vyhovuje, nie je skutočne odvážny.“

„Sú isté námety, ktorých pútavosť je strhujúca, a predsa sú príliš hrozne pre beletristicke spracovanie.“

„Pri čítaní niektorých kníh sa venujeme predovšetkým myšlienkam autora; pri obviňovaní iných, výlučne našim.“

„Celé náboženstvo, môj priateľ, sa vyvinulo zo šikany, strachu, chamtivosti, fantázie a poézie!“

„Príliš som sa zasekol v mojej hlave až nakoniec som stratil svoj rozum.“

„Ak chcete na niečo okamžite zabudnúť, povedzte si, že toto si musíte určite zapamätať.“

„Byť pochovaný zaživa patrí nesporne k tým najstrašnejším mukám, aké môžu byť udelené úbohým smrteľníkom.“

„Z najlepších vecí na svete sa spotíte.“

„A nepovedal som ti, že to, čo mýliš so šialenstvom je iba prílišná ostrosť zmyslov?“

„Temnota, rozpad a červená smrť mali nad všetkými nenahraditeľnú vládu.“

„Som presvedčený, že sa nemôžem presvedčiť.“

„Krása je jedinou legitímnou provinciou básne.“

„Pozorne pozorovať znamená zreteľne si pamätať.“

„A keďže som bol mladý a ponorený v hlúposti, zamiloval som sa do melanchólie.“

„Je to s literatúrou ako so zákonom alebo ríšou - zavedené meno je majetkom v držbe alebo držaným trónom.“

„Dlho som do tmy díval, v sluchách burácal mi príval prapodivných pochýb, predstáv – stál som ako v polosne…“

„Tí, ktorí snívajú cez deň, poznávajú mnohé z toho, čo uniká snivcom len nočným.“

“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.”