Osećanje, za koje nemam imena, obuzelo mi je dušu – osećanje koje se opire analizi, kojem su znanja iz davnih vremena neprimerena, i za koje mi, zebem, ni sama budućnost neće pruţiti kljuĉ. Za duhovni sklop kao što je moj, kobno je ovo drugo saznanje. Neću nikad – znao sam da neću nikad – dokuĉiti prirodu tih svojih misli. Ipak, nije sasvim ĉud-no što su ove moje misli neodreĊene, jer potiĉu iz sasvim novih izvora. Novi osećaj – ne-ka nova suština – uvećali su mi dušu
Edgar Allan PoeI was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him.
Edgar Allan PoeMots clés the-tell-tale-heart
In one case out of a hundred a point is excessively discussed because it is obscure; in the ninety-nine remaining it is obscure because it is excessively discussed.
Edgar Allan PoeMots clés discussion obscurity talking
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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 PoeMots clés inspirational ambition horror exploration
If you are ever drowned or hung, be sure and make a note of your sensations.
Edgar Allan PoeMots clés deep-things
To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!
Edgar Allan PoeTake this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
There are few persons, even among the calmest thinkers, who have not occasionally been startled into a vague yet thrilling half credence in the supernatural, by coincidences of so seemingly marvellous a character that, as mere coincidences, the intellect has been unable to receive them.
Edgar Allan PoeMots clés poe
Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries
Edgar Allan PoeAnd then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave.
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