Author of quotes: Edgar Allan PoE. Page 4

I enjoyed the recollections of her purity, of her wisdom, of her high, her ethereal nature, of her passionate, her worshipful love. Now my spirit is truly and generously blazed the flame even more violent than the fire, sadashi her.

Nor angels, nor death does not betray itself, fully man, except through the weak impotence of his will!

Long hours, holding my hand in his, she confessed to me the secrets of the heart whose more than passionate devotion have reached a degree of idolatry.

Until the very last moment, among the most violent convulsions of her indomitable spirit, she did not lose the appearance of serene tranquility. Her voice became even softer, even quieter - and yet I don't want to touch crazy sense of these quietly spoken words. My head fog and walked around, while I listened spellbound melodies, inaccessible to mere mortals, listened to the assumptions and hopes, which death the family did not know before never.

Of all the women I know in the world, she is outwardly calm, always serene Ligeia - with the greatest frenzy was given to the victim of wild vultures ruthless passion.

No virgin could not match her beautiful face. It was the radiance of an opium dream - an ethereal, uplifting spirit vision, phantasmagorically even more divine than the fantasies which hovered over the slumbering souls of the daughters of Delos.

Ligeia! Ligeia! Indulging in activities, which can blunt impressions from the outside world, only this sweet word - Ligeia! - I raise the front of your inner eye the image of someone who isn't.

I want to say that after the beauty of Ligeia reigned in my soul, as if at the altar, much in the material world, inspired in me the same thing I felt around and inside myself at the sight of her huge lucheroni eyes. And yet I could not define this feeling, nor to subject it to analysis, or even closely follow it. I got to know him, again, looking at the wildly growing vine, watching the moth for a butterfly, with chrysalide, the rapid water flow. I felt it at the sight of the ocean or the fall of a meteor. I felt it in the eyes of people surviving to an unusually old age. And there are in heaven two or three stars (one especially, a star of the sixth magnitude, double and variable, prominent near the large star in Lyra), considering that the telescope, I experienced that same feeling.

That was it, the deepest demokritov well that lurked in the bottomless depth of the pupils of my friend? What was it? I was consumed with a thirst to learn. Oh, those eyes! These huge, sparkling, divine eyes! They became my double stars of Leda, and I uvlecheniem of astrologers.

In one case out of a hundred one or the other question is widely discussed because it is really dark; the other ninety-nine it is getting dark because intensively discussed.

Nemo me impune lacessit!
Nobody insults me with impunity!

The words of the death sentence - a terrible word...

I lost consciousness of time and place, the stars of my fate faded in heaven, the whole earth was plunged into darkness, its inhabitants passed by me, moving like shadows, and among them all I saw only one Morally. The winds of heaven brought to my ears only one sound, and the waves of the sea whispered forever: Morella.

I loved her hot than you ever thought you could love an earthly being.