Reason is so unreasonable, that few people can say they are in possession of it.
LORD BYRONFor truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
More Lord Byron Quotes
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The heart will break, but broken live on.
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Think not I am what I appear.
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It is when we think we lead that we are most led.
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Eat, drink and love…the rest is not worth a nickel
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Since Eve ate the apple, much depends on dinner.
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The best prophet of the future is the past.
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I live, but live to die: and, living, see nothing to make death hateful, save an innate clinging, a loathsome and yet all invincible instinct of life, which I abhor, as I despise myself, yet cannot overcome – and so I live. Would I had never lived!
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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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Adversity is the first path to truth.
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Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
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Armenian is the language to speak with God.
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Come what may, I have been blest.
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Damn description, it is always disgusting.
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I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty.
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The drying up a single tear has more, of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.
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Let joy be unconfined.
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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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Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.
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I am not now That which I have been.
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I awoke one day to find myself famous.
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My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.
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What’s drinking? A mere pause from thinking!
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I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
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Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.
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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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What a strange thing is man! And what a stranger is woman.
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