The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONFor love reflects the thing beloved.
More Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
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I can’t sleep without knowing there’s hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips… the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.
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Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long
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I found Him in the shining of the stars.
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Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.
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Silence, beautiful voice.
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Attain the unattainable.
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Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.
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He makes no friend who never made a foe.
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My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.
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My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.
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Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
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Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.
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A louse in the locks of literature.
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Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
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A still small voice spake unto me, ‘Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?
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My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.
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He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.
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The quiet sense of something lost.
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A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
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Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
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It’s better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would’ve happened if I had tried.
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This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
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Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.
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I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
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Ah, Christ, that it were possible, For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
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So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
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