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More Quotes by Lord Byron
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake.
What is Death, so it be but glorious? 'Tis a sunset; And mortals may be happy to resemble The Gods but in decay.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
...And these vicissitudes come best in youth; For when they happen at a riper age, People are apt to blame the Fates, forsooth, And wonder Providence is not more sage. Adversity is the first path to truth: He who hath proved war, storm, or woman's rage, Whether his winters be eighteen or eighty, Has won experience which is deem'd so weighty.
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
They never fail who die in a great cause.
Think not I am what I appear.
