Lord Byron Quotes

I don't smile much, and I never laugh. If you'd been through what I've been through, you wouldn't be smiling, either.

It is a rose planted in your heart, and as it's thorns tear you, so does it thrive and flower

Are you happy in your misery? Resting peaceful in desolation? It’s the final tie that binds us The sole source of my consolation" “blue

It is pointless to say that this or that night was the worst of my life. I have so many bad nights to choose from that I've made none the champion.

There is prodigious strength in sorrow and despair.

I love bleak things.

Despair has its own calms.

Nothing good comes out of depression.

I might look successful and happy being in front of you today, but I once suffered from severe depression and was in total despair.

Love and despair go hand in hand.

I have been to hell and back. I have seen the edge. I have seen the dark side of life.

There was a time I thought I'd never see the sun again.

I truly, truly suffered depression, to the deep core.

Like it or not, i was already learning that in the worst and darkest time, I would find specks of light, moments of joy. What I didn't want to learn was the other, harsher lesson - that in life's brightest moments there would also be unbearable pain. p 87

If you're feeling low, don't despair. The sun has a sinking spell every night, but it comes back up every morning.

Being a good steward of your pain. . . . It involves being alive to your life. It involves taking the risk of being open, of reaching out, of keeping in touch with the pain as well as the joy of what happens because at no time more than at a painful time do we live out of the depths of who we are instead of out of the shallows.

Someday you're gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You'll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing.

Failure isn't failure if a lesson from it's learned. I guess love would not be love without a risk of being burned.

A wave of weariness took him. How could life be so unrelentingly ugly?

I had no hope. Yet expectation lived on in me, the last thing she had left behind. What further consummations, mockeries, torments did I still anticipate? I had no idea as I abided in the unshaken belief that the time of cruel wonders was not yet over.

The pain, so unexpected and undeserved, had for some reason cleared away the cobwebs. I realized I didn’t hate the cabinet door, I hated my life… My house, my family, my backyard, my power mower. Nothing would ever change; nothing new could ever be expected. It had to end, and it did. Now in the dark world where I dwell, ugly things, and surprising things, and sometimes little wondrous things, spill out in me constantly, and I can count on nothing.

Love is a horse with a broken leg trying to stand while 45,000 people watch.

'T is sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside,-Jessy!