Speaking of quotes- these two, attributed to the musings of Edgar Allan Poe, i truly relate to.
“For my own part I have never had a thought which I could not put down in words with even more distinctness than which I conceived it. However there is a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquility when the mental and bodily health are in perfection; and at those mere points in time where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of dreams. And so I captured this fancy where all that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.”
“Shadows of shadows passing-
It is now 1831 and, as always, I’m absorbed with a delicate thought- it is how poetry has indefinite sensations, to which end music is an essential; for the comprehension of sweet sound is our most indefinite conception.
Music, when combined with a pleasurable idea is poetry- music without the idea is simply music.
Without music, or an intriguing idea, color becomes pallor, man becomes carcass, home becomes catacomb; and the dead, are but for a moment motionless.”
Bonus to anyone who can elucidate that last line in the second quote- I’m not quite sure about the intent of that one, though I have some ideas-