Top 614 Quotes & Sayings by Lord Byron
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Last updated on December 24, 2024.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
The dew of compassion is a tear.
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.
There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?
For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.
Who loves, raves.
Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.
All farewells should be sudden, when forever.
Sincerity may be humble but she cannot be servile.
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
The 'good old times' - all times when old are good.
Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
The heart will break, but broken live on.
There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.
Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.
Fame is the thirst of youth.
Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.
Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by Allah given to lift from earth our low desire.
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.
The busy have no time for tears.
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire - in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?
I am sure of nothing so little as my own intentions.
Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim.
For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?
Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.
Man's love is of man's life a part; it is a woman's whole existence. In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.
Absence - that common cure of love.
This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all.
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.
Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.
Opinions are made to be changed - or how is truth to be got at?
Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.
We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.
The best prophet of the future is the past.
I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.
Adversity is the first path to truth.
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
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