"Ligeia" Quotes
A man becomes haunted by the memory of his deceased wife, Ligeia, and her mysterious hold over him.
classics | 26 pages | Published in NaN
Quotes
Man doth not yield himself to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.
And the will therein lieth, which dieth not. Who knoweth the mysteries of the will, with its vigor? For God is but a great will pervading all things by nature of its intentness.
I would have passed a blissful eternity, feeling that my debt was paid to the last farthing, with a consciousness that the whole world was not worth the struggle which I had undergone for its sake.
In the excitement of my opium dreams (for I was habitually fettered in the shackles of the drug), I would call aloud upon her name, during the silence of the night, or among the sheltered recesses of the glens by day.
A change fell upon all things. Strange, brilliant flowers, star-shaped, burst out upon the trees where no flowers had been known before.
For what disease is like Alcohol! And when did Alcohol ever hear the voice of a conqueror?
From the dim regions beyond the mountains at the upper end of the lake, a line of ice sent forth a shine, as if some gigantic mirror had been suddenly uncovered.
How thrilling, also, the thought that the vast lake to whose mysteries of green you could find no bottom, was bottomless!
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
In the greenest of our valleys, by good angels attend, desolate and lone.
