More quotes by George Gordon Byron

"But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of."
"We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading still to die."
"A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound."
"And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on."
"There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything."