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More Quotes by Lord Byron
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
Happiness was born a twin.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell. But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of the world all things are weighed by the false scale of custom.
The mind can make substance, and people planets of its own with beings brighter than have been, and give a breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.
Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.
