What an antithetical mind! – tenderness, roughness – delicacy, coarseness – sentiment, sensuality – soaring and groveling, dirt and deity – all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay!
LORD BYRONWhat an antithetical mind! – tenderness, roughness – delicacy, coarseness – sentiment, sensuality – soaring and groveling, dirt and deity – all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay!
More Lord Byron Quotes
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There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
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I awoke one day to find myself famous.
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That music in itself, whose sounds are song, The poetry of speech.
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What should I have known or written had I been a quiet, mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence.
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What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.
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All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
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They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.
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A pretty woman is a welcome guest.
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I stood among them, but not of them: in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts.
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The best prophet of the future is the past.
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I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.
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The drying up a single tear has more, of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.
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Absence – that common cure of love.
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The great object of life is Sensation – to feel that we exist – even though in pain – it is this “craving void” which drives us to gaming – to battle – to travel – to intemperate but keenly felt pursuits of every description whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment.
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Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
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