Quote by Lord Byron Download Open image ““In vain!—As fall the dews on quenchless sands, Blood only serves to wash Ambition's hands!”” — Lord Byron ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.9 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare
As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition's hands. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“Vain is your boast in that you have scratched the sole of my foot... A worthless coward can inflict but a light wound. When… — Homer Copy Share Image
“It was always the meaningless tasks that endure: the washing, the cooing, the clearing, the cleaning. Never anything majestic or significant, just the tiny… — Maggie O'Farrell Copy Share Image
“Wading sloughs of flesh these helpless wander, Treading blood from lungs that had loved laughter.” — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
“Do you fear the force of the wind, The slash of the rain? Go face them and fight them, Be savage again. Go hungry… — Hamlin Garland Copy Share Image
“But alas! my Lord, what is blood! what is nobility! We are all reptiles, miserable, sinful creatures. It is piety alone that can distinguish… — Horace Walpole Copy Share Image
“The blood on their hands does not make it right to bloody my own. My choices are measured against my own soul. Not against… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
“It is an old story, that men sell themselves to the tempter, and sign a bond with their blood, because it is only to… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Your thief looks Exactly like the rest, or rather better; 'Tis only at the bar, and in the dungeon, That wise men know your… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“We of the craft are all crazy. Some are affected by gaiety, others by melancholy, but all are more or less touched.” — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Here's a sigh to those who love me,And a smile to those who hate;And, whatever sky's above me,Here's a heart for every fate. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
For most men (till by losing rendered sager), Will back their own opinions by a wager — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
