Lord Byron Quotes

It is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts - you have no idea of the pain it gives one.

Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast.

Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime!

To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.

Armenian is the language to speak with God.

The dew of compassion is a tear.

Know ye not who would be free themselves must strike the blow? by their right arms the conquest must be wrought?

Tis said that persons living on annuities Are longer lived than others.

But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.

Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave, Then some leap'd overboard with fearful yell, As eager to anticipate their grave.

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

Muse of the many twinkling feet, whose charms are now extending up from legs to arms.

I only know we loved in vain; I only feel-farewell! farewell!

I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.

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.

Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded. That all the Apostles would have done as they did.

I stood among them, but not of them: in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts.

And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter.

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.

I am always most religious upon a sunshiny day.

All tragedies are finished by a death, All comedies are ended by a marriage.

Glory, like the phoenix 'midst her fires, Exhales her odours, blazes, and expires.

Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!

They never fail who die in a great cause.

Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.

I have a notion that gamblers are as happy as most people - being always excited.

To have joy, one must share it.

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

In commitment, we dash the hopes of a thousand potential selves.

Curiosity kills itself; and love is only curiosity, as is proved by its end.

Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized? In him alone, Can nature show as fair?

Physicians mend or end us, Secundum artem; but although we sneer - In health - when ill we call them to attend us, Without the least propensity to jeer

What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.

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

Yes! Ready money is Aladdin's lamp.

And what is writ is writ - / Would it were worthier!

Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.

Sweet is revenge-especially to women.

So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice.

The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains--beautiful! I linger yet with nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man, and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness I learned the language of another world.

A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.

I know that two and two make four - and should be glad to prove it too if I could - though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 and 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure.

I love the language, it sounds as if it should be writ on satin with syllables which breathe of the sweet South

The law of heaven and earth is life for life.

The lapse of ages changes all things - time - language - the earth - the bounds of the sea - the stars of the sky, and everything 'about, around, and underneath' man, except man himself, who has always been and always will be, an unlucky rascal. The infinite variety of lives conduct but to death, and the infinity of wishes lead but to disappointment. All the discoveries which have yet been made have multiplied little but existence.

Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life, and if Virtue is not its own reward, I don't know any other stipend annexed to it.

Nor all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay, Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme, Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.

I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse borne away with every breath! Misplaced upon the throne misplaced in life. I know not what I could have been, but feel I am not what I should be let it end.