Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; And every little absence is an age

Quote by John Dryden

Topics: Absence Quotes

He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount...

He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount...

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an...

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an...

Successful crimes alone are justified.

Successful crimes alone are justified.

If you be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams -...

If you be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams -...

Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.

Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.

To die is landing on some distant shore.

To die is landing on some distant shore.

Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we...

Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we...

Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.

Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.

Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from...

Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from...

What all your sex desire is Sovereignty

What all your sex desire is Sovereignty

Repentance is but want of power to sin.

Repentance is but want of power to sin.

Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may...

Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may...

Either be wholly slaves or wholly free.

Either be wholly slaves or wholly free.

A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.

A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.

Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

Words are but pictures of our thoughts.

Words are but pictures of our thoughts.

For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs...

For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs...

War is the trade of Kings.

War is the trade of Kings.

There is a pleasure in being mad which none but madmen know.

There is a pleasure in being mad which none but madmen know.

Genius must be born, and never can be taught.

Genius must be born, and never can be taught.