Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONHe makes no friend who never made a foe.
More Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
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My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.
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And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.
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Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.
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The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.
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God gives us love! Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone: This is the curse of time.
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If I had a flower for every time I thought of you. I could walk through my garden forever.
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The quiet sense of something lost.
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Attain the unattainable.
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The shell must break before the bird can fly.
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He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.
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If you don’t concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.
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I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.
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I sometimes find it half a sin, to put to words the grief I feel, For words like nature, half reveal, and half conceal the soul within.
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Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.
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Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.
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If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?
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Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.
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The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.
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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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A still small voice spake unto me, ‘Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?
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Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again.
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Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
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Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
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The parting of a husband and wife is like the cleaving of a heart; one half will flutter here, one there.
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Trust me not at all, or all in all.
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Love will conquer at the last.
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