George Gordon Byron
England
22 Jan 1788 // 19 Apr 1824
Poet
22 Jan 1788 // 19 Apr 1824
Poet
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Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, and yet a third of life is passed in sleep
But what is hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of
As long as I retain my feeling and my passion for Nature, I can partly soften or subdue my other passions and resist or endure those of others
And yet a little tumult, now and then, is an agreeable quickener of sensation; such as a revolution, a battle, or an adventure of any lively description
Absence - that common cure of love
A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins
A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress
A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn't know
They truly mourn that mourn without a witness
The only pleasure of fame is that it proves the way to pleasure; and the more intellectual our pleasure, the better for the pleasure and for us too
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
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On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
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