More Quotes by Lord Byron
There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
Eat, drink and love...the rest is not worth a nickel
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe;... Yet thy true lovers more admire by far Thy naked beauties - give me a cigar!
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
The dew of compassion is a tear.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.
This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.