Lord Byron Quotes
So do the dark in soul expire, Or live like scorpion girt by fire; So writhes the mind remorse hath riven, Unfit for earth, undoom'd for heaven, Darkness above, despair beneath, Around it flame, within it death.
Lord Byron
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I am not convinced that there is such a thing as a soul.
Taylor Caldwell
Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!
Patrick Henry
My death is incidental, and I worry very much about my loved ones and, you know, would like to make it as easy as possible for them. Or wish I could will away whatever, you know, the sadness they will feel when I die. But for me, nothing. The world goes on.
Barbara Ehrenreich
Rock was always part of my heart and soul. But the times just changed and everybody wanted to dance.
Narada Michael Walden
When it comes to jump-starting the intricate machinery of recollection, there's nothing more effective than the scent of approaching death.
Gary Krist
Seeing death is not as difficult as you might think. What's harder is to see people suffer. It's the people the dead left behind that get to you.
Lara Logan
Being a Mets fan is like lending someone a lot of money and you just know that you'll never get paid back.
John Oliver
What the poet is searching for is not the fundamental I but the deep you.
Antonio Machado
I don't think you can be in public life without being called bad names.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
If we are faithful in keeping the commandments of God His promises will be fulfilled to the very letter. . . . The trouble is, the adversary of men's souls blinds their minds. He throws dust, so to speak, in their eyes, and they are blinded with the things of this world.
Heber J. Grant
Speaking with kindness creates confidence, thinking with kindness creates profoundness, giving with kindness creates love.
Lao Tzu
So do the dark in soul expire, Or live like scorpion girt by fire; So writhes the mind remorse hath riven, Unfit for earth, undoom'd for heaven, Darkness above, despair beneath, Around it flame, within it death.
Lord Byron