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OnyxIonVortex wrote:be careful, don't get dehydrated from crying too much

Edgar Allan Poe wrote:I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.

Stupidity is a talent for misconception.

The true genius shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.

I have no faith in human perfectability. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active - not more happy - nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.

I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it.

If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.

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?

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

I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.

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.

Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.

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

Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.

Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.

Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from disease of thought– from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.

Invisible things are the only realities.

I do not suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it.

There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.

There is no beauty without some strangeness.

I dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results.

There are moments when even to the sober eye of reason, the world of our sad humanity may assume the semblance of Hell.

That which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses.

I remained to much inside my head and ended up losing my mind

Convinced myself, I seek not to convince

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in waking, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil.

Diamonds wrote:*runs up with a huge jug of water"

nah, i don't think i'm gonna run out of tears

ENIHCAMBUS wrote:

OnyxIonVortex wrote:be careful, don't get dehydrated from crying too much

You can die with crying to much?

Sublevel 102 wrote:tears are in my eyes right now...

reading that