Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 2.
Contributed by: Zaady
Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed. I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 10.
All is concentr'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 89.
Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence.
Source: Don Juan
I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.
But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 26.
Let us have Wine and Women, Mirth and Laughter Sermons and soda-water the day after.
With just enough of learning to misquote.
Source: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 66.
Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
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