“Many are poets, but without the name;For what is Poesy but to createFrom overfeeling Good or Ill; and aimAt an external life beyond our fate,And be the new Prometheus of new men,Bestowing fire from Heaven, and then, too late,Finding the pleasure given repaid with pain” MenPainNamesGivenHeavenPleasureFireFatePoetFindingsLateIllFeel GoodToo LatePrometheus Author:Lord Byron
“I much condole with you on your late loss... pains and diseases of the mind are only cured by Forgetfulness;--Reason but skins the wound, which is perpetually liable to fester again.” MindReasonPainLossDiseaseLateSkinsWoundsForgetfulnessLiable Author:Erasmus Darwin
“And just as I begin to believe that all is well, there is some subtle change in the light. The room takes its true shape. I fight to go back to that blissful ignorance, but it is too late. The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.” BelieveWellsSoulLightPainFightingLeftRoomsIgnoranceShapesLateWeightMy SoulAwakeDullToo LateSubtlePullingBlissful Ignorance Book:The Sweet Far Thing Source: The Sweet Far Thing
“When a hunger pain happens, that's your bodies way of saying it's too late, you're a fat storing machine now. The key and all trainers know the secret is that you should always take portable snacks with you and try to feed yourself every couple of hours.” KnowsWayShouldTryingBodyHappensPainHoursSecretKeysCoupleLateMachinesHungerYour BodyFatsToo LateTrainersSnacks Author:Jackie Warner