What did Lord Byron mean by: By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see For one who hath no friend, no brother there. - Lord Byron Poet · England Copy
+ You should have a softer pillow than my heart. Feraz Zeid, July 23, 2023December 12, 2023, Lord Byron, Heart, Love, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lord Byron, Literature, Selfish, Trust No One, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ My altars are the mountains and the ocean. Feraz Zeid, June 2, 2023January 10, 2024, Lord Byron, Altars, Mountain, Ocean, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it. Feraz Zeid, October 24, 2023December 26, 2023, Lord Byron, Certainty, Death, Desire, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal. Feraz Zeid, June 15, 2023December 12, 2023, Lord Byron, Break, Heart, Hope, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried. Feraz Zeid, October 16, 2023December 26, 2023, Lord Byron, Heart, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ Pleasure’s a sin, and sometimes sin’s a pleasure. Feraz Zeid, July 17, 2023December 12, 2023, Lord Byron, Moral, Sin, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ Hearts will break – yet brokenly, live on. Feraz Zeid, September 23, 2023December 24, 2023, Lord Byron, Friendship, Heart, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
I don’t think we should speak so much. What if we were singing a song? We split, whilst singing. - Jean Gabin
There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover; there’s no rain left in heaven. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face? - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Nations and men are only the best when they are the gladdest, and deserve heaven when they enjoy it. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
If I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heaven. No more damned magic. - Jean Rhys Writer · Dominica
Our own front door can be a wonderful thing, or a sight we dread; rarely is it only a door. - Jeanette Winterson Author · England
My sight is bad, my hearing is bad, I feel bad, but I don’t suffer, I don’t complain. - Jeanne Calment Painter · France
