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More Quotes by Lord Byron
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
The heart will break, but broken live on.
On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet.
Land of lost gods and godlike men.
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!
Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
Whatsoever thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
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.
