Edgar Allan Poe Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Mistake, Heart, Men

  Edgar Allan Poe (2006). “The Best of Poe”, p.83, Prestwick House Inc

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

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Heart, Insane, Mental Health

  Edgar Allan Poe (2016). “The Murders in the Rue Morgue”, p.118, Atlantic Books Ltd

• 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.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Love, Heart, Sacrifice

  1843 'The Black Cat', in the United States Saturday Post,19 Aug.

• 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

  Love, Heart, Loss

  Edgar Allan Poe (2017). “EDGAR ALLAN POE: 72 Short Stories and Novels & 80+ Poems; Including Essays, Letters & Biography (Illustrated): Murders in the Rue Morgue, The Raven, Tamerlane, Ulalume, Annabel Lee, The Fall of the House of Usher, The Tell-tale Heart, Berenice, The Philosophy of Composition, The Poetic Principle, Eureka…”, p.1241, e-artnow

• Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Heart, Mystery, Moments

  Edgar Allan Poe (2015). “A Classic Crime Collection”, p.168, Simon and Schuster

• There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Heart, Emotion, Reckless

  Edgar Allan Poe (2013). “The Tell-Tale Heart: And Other Stories - Purloined Letter, Descent into the Maelström, Von Kempelen and His Discovery, Mesmeric Revelation, Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar, Black Cat, Fall of the House of Usher, Masque of the Red Death and Many More”, p.183, Lulu Press, Inc

• One morning, in cool blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it to the limb of a tree; — hung it with the tears streaming from my eyes, and with the bitterest remorse at my heart; — hung it because I knew that it had loved me, and because I felt it had given me no reason of offence; — hung it because I knew that in so doing I was committing a sin — a deadly sin that would so jeopardize my immortal soul as to place it — if such a thing were possible — even beyond the reach of the infinite mercy of the Most Merciful and Most Terrible God.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Morning, Eye, Heart

• Villains!' I shrieked. 'Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Heart, Guilt, Tears

  Edgar Allan Poe, Stuart Levine, Susan Levine (1976). “The Short Fiction of Edgar Allan Poe: An Annotated Edition”, p.262, University of Illinois Press

• Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Heartbreak, I Hate You, Want

• 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

  Life, Art, Simple

  Edgar Allan Poe (1912). “The Bells and Other Poems”, p.65, Library of Alexandria

• Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Heart, Doors, Ravens

  "The Raven" l. 101 (1845)

• There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told. Men die nightly in their beds, wringing the hands of ghostly confessors, and looking them piteously in the eyes - die with despair of heart and convulsion of throat, on account of the hideousness of mysteries which will not suffer themselves to be revealed. Now and then, alas, the conscience of man takes up a burden so heavy in horror that it can be thrown down only into the grave. And thus the essence of all crime is undivulged.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Heart, Eye, Men

  Edgar Allan Poe (1927). “Tales by Edgar Allan Poe”, p.249, Dimitrios Spyridon Chytiris

• I fashion the expression of my face, as accurately as possible, in accordance with the expression of his, and then wait to see what thoughts or sentiments arise in my mind or heart, as if to match or correspond with the expression.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Fashion, Heart, Expression

  Edgar Allan Poe (2015). “The Tell-Tale Heart and Other Stories”, p.262, First Avenue Editions

• When, indeed, men speak of Beauty, they mean, precisely, not a quality, as is supposed, but an effect - they refer, in short, just to that intense and pure elevation of soul - not of intellect, or of heart.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Heart, Mean, Men

  Edgar Allan Poe (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe (Illustrated)”, p.1284, Delphi Classics

• Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old— This knight so bold— And o’er his heart a shadow— Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado. And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow— ‘Shadow,’ said he, ‘Where can it be— This land of Eldorado?’ ‘Over the Mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride,’ The shade replied,— ‘If you seek for Eldorado!

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Strength, Song, Failure

  Edgar Allan Poe (2004). “The Collected Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe”, p.748, Wordsworth Editions

• To be thoroughly conversant with Man’s heart, is to take our final lesson in the iron-clasped volume of Despair

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Heart, Men, Iron

  1849 'Marginalia', in the Southern Literary Messenger, Jun.

• To him, who still would gaze upon the glory of the summer sun, there comes, when that sun will from him part, a sullen hopelessness of heart.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Summer, Heart, Sun

  Edgar Allan Poe (2008). “Edgar Allan Poe's Annotated Poems”, p.84, Bottletree Books LLC

• And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; — This it is, and nothing more.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Heart, Doors, Purple

  Edgar Allan Poe (2015). “A Classic Crime Collection”, p.168, Simon and Schuster

• Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart - one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man. Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or a silly action, for no other reason than because he knows he should not? Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgment, to violate that which is Law, merely because we understand it to be such?

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Silly, Heart, Character

  Edgar Allan Poe (2004). “The Collected Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe”, p.63, Wordsworth Editions

• The object, Truth, or the satisfaction of the intellect, and the object, Passion, or the excitement of the heart, are, although attainable, to a certain extent, in poetry, far more readily attainable in prose.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Passion, Heart, Satisfaction

  Edgar Allan Poe (2016). “Edgar Allan Poe's Complete Poetical Works”, p.147, Lulu.com

• If any ambitious man have a fancy to revolutionize, at one effort, the universal world of human thought, human opinion, and human sentiment, the opportunity is his own -- the road to immortal renown lies straight, open, and unencumbered before him. All that he has to do is to write and publish a very little book. Its title should be simple -- a few plain words -- My Heart Laid Bare. But -- this little book must be true to its title.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Honesty, Lying, Book

  Edgar Allan Poe (2006). “The Portable Edgar Allan Poe”, p.601, Penguin

• The most natural, and, consequently, the truest and most intense of the human affections are those which arise in the heart as if by electric sympathy.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Heart, Affection, Intense

  Edgar Allan Poe (1927). “Tales by Edgar Allan Poe”, p.442, Dimitrios Spyridon Chytiris

• Scorching my seared heart with a pain, not hell shall make me fear again.

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Pain, Heart, Hell

  Edgar Allan Poe (1902). “The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe: Poems”

• There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart - an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime

  Edgar Allan Poe

  Heart, Imagination, Sublime

  1839 'The Fall of the House of Usher', in the Gentleman's Magazine, Sep.

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