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.
Lord ByronRead
Our life is two fold Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality.
Interpretation
This quote explores the concept of sleep as a separate realm that exists between life and death.
Lord Byron poetically articulates the idea that sleep serves as a unique state that transcends ordinary existence. Within this state, it forms a boundary where the familiar concepts of life and death are blurred, suggesting that sleep is not merely a pause in life but a profound experience where reality can take on a different form.
In practice
In a discussion about the importance of rest in our busy lives, one might say, 'As Lord Byron reminds us, our life is two fold; sleep hath its own world.'
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.
It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.
For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?
Absence - that common cure of love.
Her great merit is finding out mine; there is nothing so amiable as discernment.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
Faith is not believing that God can, but that God will.
Perhaps there should be a box on the census form that says, 'I'm a criminal.' Everyone who has ever committed a crime would be required to check it. If everyone were forced to acknowledge their own criminality, maybe we, as a nation, would second-guess our apparent zeal for denying full citizenship to those branded felons.
God is not an encyclopedia whose task is to satisfy our curiosity.
It usually takes a hundred years to make a law, and then, after it has done its work; it usually takes a hundred years to get rid of it.
Time was something that largely happened to other people; he viewed it in the same way that people on the shore viewed the sea. It was big and it was out there, and sometimes it was an invigorating thing to dip a toe into, but you couldn't live in it all the time. Besides, it always made his skin wrinkle.
A man full of faith is simply one who has lost the capacity for clear and realistic thought.
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