The heart will break, but broken live on.


Lord Byron

896

Opinions are made to be changed - or how is truth to be got at?


Lord Byron

896

If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher’s cleaver.


Lord Byron

896

This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.


Lord Byron

896

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk the best of life is but intoxication.


Lord Byron

896

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.


Lord Byron

896

A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.


Lord Byron

896

What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life’s page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.


Lord Byron

896

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.


Lord Byron

896

I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.


Lord Byron

896

What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life’s page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.


Lord Byron

896

This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.


Lord Byron

896

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.


Lord Byron

896

Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.


Lord Byron

896

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.


Lord Byron

896

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.


Lord Byron

896

Who loves, raves.


Lord Byron

896

Friendship is Love without his wings!


Lord Byron

896

Absence - that common cure of love.


Lord Byron

896

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.


Lord Byron

896

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