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More Quotes by Lord Byron
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.
Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole — And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!
They never fail who die in a great cause.
Eat, drink and love...the rest is not worth a nickel
You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
When people say, "I've told you fifty times," They mean to scold, and very often do; When poets say, "I've written fifty rhymes," They make you dread that they'll recite them too; In gangs of fifty, thieves commit their crimes; At fifty love for love is rare, 't is true, but then, no doubt, it equally as true is, a good deal may be bought for fifty Louis.