For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
LORD BYRONFor truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
LORD BYRONLet joy be unconfined.
LORD BYRONA mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.
LORD BYRONI am not now That which I have been.
LORD BYRONHearts will break – yet brokenly, live on.
LORD BYRONSociety is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.
LORD BYRONThe heart will break, but broken live on.
LORD BYRONIf I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.
LORD BYRONReason is so unreasonable, that few people can say they are in possession of it.
LORD BYRONA pretty woman is a welcome guest.
LORD BYRONArmenian is the language to speak with God.
LORD BYRONAbsence – that common cure of love.
LORD BYRONI stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand;
LORD BYRONWho then will explain the explanation?
LORD BYRONWho falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.
LORD BYRONHatred is the madness of the heart.
LORD BYRON