Lord Byron Quotes
We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.
Lord Byron
Quotes to Explore
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I love to have a band, but dancers are my priority because I really want a show, you know?
Zara Larsson
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Here in America, just as we see such incredible progress happening in one state, we see another state passing absolutely disgusting and oppressive laws against the rights of all sorts of people - transgender people, gay people, women.
Gaby Hoffmann
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If you're on a freeway and want to know if you're being followed, what you do is enormously vary your speed. You accelerate to 100 and slow down to 30 and then accelerate again. In a city, you make a lot of turns against the stream of traffic. You go around a roundabout twice.
Salman Rushdie
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Bitterness is the outcome of a wrong mental movement - the attempt to force external events to conform to internal fantasy. The cure is to see fantasy as fantasy, which will reveal it as neither necessary nor rewarding.
Vernon Howard
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I think about God, yes, and I wonder if there is a God. And if there is a God, will God please help me through my hard trips.
Brian Wilson
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There is only One Being who can satisfy the last aching abyss of the human heart, and that is the Lord Jesus Christ.
Oswald Chambers
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I had taken away my own time and added it to his to make him more powerful.
Elena Ferrante
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Shaw presumes that his friend Stalin has everything under control. Well, Stalin may have made special arrangements to see that Shaw comes to no harm, but the rest of us in Western Europe do not feel quite so sure of our fate, especially those of us who do not share Shaw's curious admiration for dictators.
J. B. Priestley
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As I lounged in the Park, or strolled down Piccadilly, I used to look at everyone who passed me, and wonder, with mad curiosity, what sort of lives they led. some of them fascinated me. Others filled me with terror.
Oscar Wilde
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We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.
Lord Byron