Top 614 Quotes & Sayings by Lord Byron - Page 4

Armenian is the language to speak with God.

The art of angling, the cruelest, the coldest and the stupidest of pretended sports.

Till taught by pain, men know not water's worth.

This is the age of oddities let loose.

Opinions are made to be changed or how is truth to be got at?

A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover - but will sooner or later find a tyrant.

Tis the perception of the beautiful, A fine extension of the faculties, Platonic, universal, wonderful, Drawn from the stars, and filtered through the skies, Without which life would be extremely dull

Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.

Damn description, it is always disgusting.

This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.

Man is a carnivorous production, And must have meals, at least one meal a day; He cannot live, like woodcocks, upon suction, But, like the shark and tiger, must have prey; Although his anatomical construction Bears vegetables, in a grumbling way, Your laboring people think beyond all question, Beef, veal, and mutton better for digestion.

I learned to love despair.

It is when we think we lead that we are most led.

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand; I saw from out the wave of her structure's rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand: A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble pines, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.

One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.

Books, Manuals, Directives, Regulations. The geometries that circumscribe your working life draw norrower and norrower until nothing fits inside them anymore.

You have to have a passion for your work. How can we expect people to be passionate if you, as their coach, does not have a passion? Coaching has to be something that gives you passion and energy.

What is Death, so it be but glorious? 'Tis a sunset; And mortals may be happy to resemble The Gods but in decay.

And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music... Speak to me!

Are we aware of our obligations to a mob? It is the mob that labor in your fields and serve in your houses - that man your navy, and recruit your army - that have enabled you to defy the world, and can also defy you when neglect and calamity have driven them to despair. You may call the people a mob; but do not forget that a mob too often speaks the sentiments of the people.

It is true from early habit, one must make love mechanically as one swims; I was once very fond of both, but now as I never swim unless I tumble into the water, I don't make love till almost obliged.

Let no man grumble when his friends fall off, As they will do like leaves at the first breeze; When your affairs come round, one way or t'other, Go to the coffee house, and take another.

We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.

It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.

Let us have wine and woman, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda water the day after. Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; The best of life is but intoxication: Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunk The hopes of all men, and of every nation; Without their sap, how branchless were the trunk Of life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion: But to return--Get very drunk; and when You wake with head-ache, you shall see what then.

Come what may, I have been blest.

As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.

The law of heaven and earth is life for life.

A pretty woman is a welcome guest.

Who then will explain the explanation?

What an antithetical mind! - tenderness, roughness - delicacy, coarseness - sentiment, sensuality - soaring and groveling, dirt and deity - all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay!

Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole?

I live, but live to die: and, living, see nothing to make death hateful, save an innate clinging, a loathsome and yet all invincible instinct of life, which I abhor, as I despise myself, yet cannot overcome — and so I live. Would I had never lived!

I have not loved the world, nor the world me.

That music in itself, whose sounds are song, The poetry of speech.

The drying up a single tear has more, of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.

When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years.

They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness.

Sweet is revenge-especially to women.

Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt, Not practise!

They say that Hope is happiness But genuine Love must prize the past; And Mem'ry wakes the thoughts that bless: They rose first -- they set the last. And all that mem'ry loves the most Was once our only hope to be: And all that hope adored and lost Hath melted into memory. Alas! It is delusion all-- The future cheats us from afar: Nor can we be what we recall, Nor dare we think on what we are.

You should have a softer pillow than my heart.

Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.

Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain

Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.

Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure.

I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.

Good but rarely came from good advice.

I came to realize clearly that the mind is no other than the Mountain and the Rivers and the great wide Earth, the Sun and the Moon and the Sky”.

For the night Shows stars and women in a better light.

The truly brave are soft of heart and eyes, and feel for what their duty bids them do.

There is something to me very softening in the presence of a woman, some strange influence, even if one is not in love with them, which I cannot at all account for, having no very high opinion of the sex. But yet, I always feel in better humor with myself and every thing else, if there is a woman within ken.

In solitude, where we are least alone.

Be hypocritical, be cautious, be not what you seem but always what you see.

If a man proves too clearly and convincingly to himself...that a tiger is an optical illusion--well, he will find out he is wrong. The tiger will himself intervene in the discussion, in a manner which will be in every sense conclusive.

If from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die.

In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? - With silence and tears

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.

I cannot describe to you the despairing sensation of trying to do something for a man who seems incapable or unwilling to do anything further for himself.