What did Edgar Allan Poe mean by: Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore. - Edgar Allan Poe Author · USA Copy
+ Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words. Feraz Zeid, August 12, 2023December 12, 2023, Edgar Allan Poe, Beauty, Poetry, Thoughtful, 0 - Edgar Allan Poe Author · USA
+ Perversity is the human thirst for self-torture. Feraz Zeid, June 20, 2023December 12, 2023, Edgar Allan Poe, Self, Thirst, Torture, 0 - Edgar Allan Poe Author · USA
+ You call it hope-that fire of fire! It is but agony of desire. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Edgar Allan Poe, Agony, Desire, Hope, 0 - Edgar Allan Poe Author · USA
+ Melancholy is … the most legitimate of all the poetical tones. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Edgar Allan Poe, Melancholy, Poetry, 0 - Edgar Allan Poe Author · USA
+ To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths! Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Edgar Allan Poe, Death, Glory, Humor, 0 - Edgar Allan Poe Author · USA
+ Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Edgar Allan Poe, Beauty, Development, Tears, 0 - Edgar Allan Poe Author · USA
+ We loved with a love that was more than love. Feraz Zeid, September 9, 2023December 26, 2023, Edgar Allan Poe, Love, Marriage, Valentines Day, 0 - Edgar Allan Poe Author · USA
+ The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Edgar Allan Poe, Fear, Self-reflection, 0 - Edgar Allan Poe Author · USA
Grief at the absence of a loved one is happiness compared to life with a person one hates. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover; there’s no rain left in heaven. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
There is no greater grief than to find no happiness, but happiness in what is past. - Jeanette Winterson Author · England
Unhappiness is selfish, grief is selfish. For whom are the tears? - Jeanette Winterson Author · England
Honest listening is one of the best medicines we can offer the dying and the bereaved. - Jeanie (Jenny) Cameron
I love you as one should, to excess. With folly, delight and despair. - Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse Salon hostess · France