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“And all I loved, I loved alone.”
― Edgar Allen Poe

“And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind”
― Edgar Allen Poe

“To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.”
― Edgar Allen Poe

“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, Collected Poems

“Leave my loneliness unbroken”
― Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven

“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
― Robert Frost

“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
― Robert Frost

“To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.”
― Robert Frost

“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my eyes and all is born again.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?”
― Vincent Willem van Gogh

“Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“We know what we are, but not what we may be.”
― William Shakespeare

“You speak an infinite deal of nothing.”
― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

“I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.”
― William Shakespeare

“This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.”
― T.S. Eliot

“We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party

“Humankind cannot bear very much reality.”
― T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets

“I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
― T.S. Eliot

“These fragments I have shored against my ruins”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land and Other Poems