Lord Byron Quotes

When people say, "I've told you fifty times," They mean to scold, and very often do; When poets say, "I've written fifty rhymes," They make you dread that they'll recite them too; In gangs of fifty, thieves commit their crimes; At fifty love for love is rare, 't is true, but then, no doubt, it equally as true is, a good deal may be bought for fifty Louis.

If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.

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.

Hatred is the madness of the heart.

Then, fare thee well, deceitful Maid!

Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.

Hearts will break - yet brokenly, live on.

Fame is the thirst of youth.

Who then will explain the explanation?

Romances paint at full length people's wooing. But only give a bust of marriages.

The simple Wordsworth . . . / Who, both by precept and example, shows / That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose.

If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.

As to Don Juan, confess that it is the sublime of that there sort of writing; it may be bawdy, but is it not good English? It may be profligate, but is it not life, is it not the thing? Could any man have written it who has not lived in the world? and tooled in a post-chaise? in a hackney coach? in a Gondola? against a wall? in a court carriage? in a vis a vis? on a table? and under it?

I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty.

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment - but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.

A good coach encourages the same type of resilience in the people they work with. They encourage them to take risks. If the risk results in failure, they help all people to learn from the mistake and then go on to try another way.

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

How sweet and soothing is this hour of calm! I thank thee, night! for thou has chased away these horrid bodements which, amidst the throng, I could not dissipate; and with the blessing of thy benign and quiet influence now will I to my couch, although to rest is almost wronging such a night as this.

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

May Moorland weavers boast Pindaric skill, And tailors' lays be longer than their bill! While punctual beaux reward the grateful notes, And pay for poems--when they pay for coats.

What want these outlaws conquerors should have but history's purchased page to call them great?

I am so changeable, being everything by turns and nothing long - such a strange melange of good and evil.

For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?

A bargain is in its very essence a hostile transaction do not all men try to abate the price of all they buy? I contend that a bargain even between brethren is a declaration of war.

Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.

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

Damn description, it is always disgusting.

The Cardinal is at his wit's end - it is true that he had not far to go.

As soon seek roses in December, ice in June, Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff Believe a woman or an epitaph Or any other thing that’s false Before you trust in critics.

War, war is still the cry,-"war even to the knife!"

To what gulfs A single deviation from the track Of human duties leads even those who claim The homage of mankind as their born due, And find it, till they forfeit it themselves!

Life is too short for chess.

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.

My great comfort is, that the temporary celebrity I have wrung from the world has been in the very teeth of all opinions and prejudices. I have flattered no ruling powers; I have never concealed a single thought that tempted me.

My altars are the mountains and the ocean.

There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave.

[Armenian] is a rich language, however, and would amply repay any one the trouble of learning it.

I learned to love despair.

O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, which makes bank credit like a bark of vapour.

It is by far the most elegant worship, hardly excepting the Greek mythology. What with incense, pictures, statues, altars, shrines, relics, and the real presence, confession, absolution, - there is something sensible to grasp at. Besides, it leaves no possibility of doubt; for those who swallow their Deity, really and truly, in transubstantiation, can hardly find any thing else otherwise than easy of digestion.

And angling too, that solitary vice, What Izaak Walton sings or says: The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet Should have a hook, and a small trout to pull it.

Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not.

Oh Rome! My country! City of the soul!

The fact is that my wife if she had common sense would have more power over me than any other whatsoever, for my heart always alights upon the nearest perch.