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  • A sleep without dreams, after a rough day of toil, is what we covet most; and yet How clay shrinks back from more quiescent clay! The very Suicide that pays his debt at once without installments (an old way of paying debts, which creditors regret) Lets out impatiently his rushing breath, less from disgust of life than dread of death.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Lord Byron Quotes , Suicide Quotes , Dream Quotes
  • My slumbers--if I slumber--are not sleep, But a continuance of enduring thought, Which then I can resist not: in my heart There is a vigil, and these eyes but close To look within; and yet I live, and bear The aspect and the form of breathing men.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Lord Byron Quotes , Heart Quotes , Sleep Quotes