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Lord Byron Quotes

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
Lord Byron
Relationship, Love, Friendship

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
Lord Byron
Smile, Life, Away

Absence – that common cure of love.
Lord Byron
Love, Common, Absence

The heart will break, but broken live on.
Lord Byron
Moving On, Heart, Broken

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
Lord Byron
Valentine’s Day, Love, Fear

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.
Lord Byron
Control, Deep, Earth

Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
Lord Byron
Wisdom, Life, Knowledge

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.
Lord Byron
Love, Light, Earth

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.
Lord Byron
Wedding, Love, Great

Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
Lord Byron
Cannot, Reason, Fools

Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
Lord Byron

Laugh, Medicine, Cheap There is no instinct like that of the heart. – Lord Byron
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
Lord Byron
Heart, Instinct

A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.
Lord Byron
Friends, While, Friend

I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
Lord Byron
Alone, Fresh, Appetite

A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.
Lord Byron
True, Woman, Seen

I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.
Lord Byron
Wedding, Happiness, Married

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.
Lord Byron
Life, Love, Living

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
Lord Byron
Life, Art, Great

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.
Lord Byron
Life, Love, Woman

Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
Lord Byron
Poetry, Stars, Heaven

What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.
Lord Byron
Yourself, Care, Known

Friendship is Love without his wings!
Lord Byron
Love, Friendship, Wings

Adversity is the first path to truth.
Lord Byron
Truth, Path, Adversity

The dew of compassion is a tear.
Lord Byron
Compassion, Tear, Dew

Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
Lord Byron
Song, Fools, Satire

I love not man the less, but Nature more.
Lord Byron
Love, Nature, Less

A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn’t know.
Lord Byron
Known, Celebrity, Glad

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.
Lord Byron
Life, Love, Dangerous

For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.
Lord Byron
Greatest, Past, Leave

I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.
Lord Byron
Cannot, Help, Thinking

I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.
Lord Byron
Great, Mind, Pleasure

There’s naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.
Lord Byron
Religion, True, Doubt

Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.
Lord Byron
Love, Though, Countrymen

For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
Lord Byron
Truth, Strange, Fiction

If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.
Lord Byron
Read, Company

What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.
Lord Byron
Woman, Strange, Stranger

Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.
Lord Byron
Love, Less, Unhappy

My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.
Lord Byron
Mind, Point, Turn

Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.
Lord Byron
Truth, Strange, Fiction

This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.
Lord Byron
Age, Best, Intentions

Fame is the thirst of youth.
Lord Byron
Youth, Fame, Thirst

He who is only just is cruel. Who on earth could live were all judged justly?
Lord Byron
Earth, Cruel, Judged

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

The beginning of atonement is the sense of its necessity.
Lord Byron
Sense, Beginning, Necessity

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

Prolonged endurance tames the bold.
Lord Byron
Endurance, Bold, Prolonged

Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
Lord Byron
Love, Men, Haste

It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.
Lord Byron
Time, Gives, Odd

Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.
Lord Byron
God, High, Chaos

The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.
Lord Byron
Children, Voice, Quiet

Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.
Lord Byron
Fame, Loves, Folly

The Cardinal is at his wit’s end – it is true that he had not far to go.
Lord Byron
True, End, Far

For in itself a thought, a slumbering thought, is capable of years, and curdles a long life into one hour.
Lord Byron
Life, Itself, Capable

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon’s verge.
Lord Byron
Life, Between, Night

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

Opinions are made to be changed – or how is truth to be got at?
Lord Byron
Change, Truth, Opinions

Lovers may be – and indeed generally are – enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.
Lord Byron
Jealousy, Friends, Enemy

Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.
Lord Byron
Evil, Mystery, Generally

The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.
Lord Byron
Life, Friend, Poor

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.
Lord Byron
Hope, Fear, Himself

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?
Lord Byron
Living, Here, Dead

America is a model of force and freedom and moderation – with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.
Lord Byron
Freedom, America, Force

In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue – is hypocrisy.
Lord Byron
Pay, Virtue, Hypocrisy

Life’s enchanted cup sparkles near the brim.
Lord Byron
Life, Near, Cup

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.
Lord Byron
Life, Best, Drunk

All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
Lord Byron
Happiness, Win, Joy

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
Lord Byron
Life, Men, Death

We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.
Lord Byron
Good, Trust, Others

Who loves, raves.
Lord Byron
Love, Loves, Raves

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.
Lord Byron
Though, Process, Greater

They never fail who die in a great cause.
Lord Byron
Great, Die, Fail

Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.
Lord Byron
Love, Late, Soon

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.
Lord Byron
Truth, Hope, Face

Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.
Lord Byron
Love, Good, God

There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
Lord Byron
Cannot, Doubt, Short

If I don’t write to empty my mind, I go mad.
Lord Byron
Mind, Mad, Empty

As long as I retain my feeling and my passion for Nature, I can partly soften or subdue my other passions and resist or endure those of others.
Lord Byron
Nature, Others, Feeling

The busy have no time for tears.
Lord Byron
Time, Busy, Tears

A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.
Lord Byron
State, Thousand, Hour

It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe – you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.
Lord Byron
Tell, Reason, Sleep

I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.
Lord Byron
Good, Acting, Delightful

‘Tis pleasant, sure, to see one’s name in print. A book’s a book, although there’s nothing in ‘t.
Lord Byron
Book, Sure, Name

Her great merit is finding out mine – there is nothing so amiable as discernment.
Lord Byron
Great, Her, Mine

I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.
Lord Byron
Politics, Except, Subject

‘Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
Lord Byron
Death, Life, Desire

To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.
Lord Byron
Sincere, Entire, Motive

Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave?
Lord Byron
Glory, Steps, Grave

It is very certain that the desire of life prolongs it.
Lord Byron
Life, Desire, Certain

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
Lord Byron
Future, Smiles, Tear

‘Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.
Lord Byron
Sweet, Coming, Eye

I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff-box from an emperor.
Lord Byron
Rather, Emperor, Nod

Though sages may pour out their wisdom’s treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.
Lord Byron
Wisdom, Though, Pleasure

He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.
Lord Byron
Hate, Mankind, Below

I have always believed that all things depended upon Fortune, and nothing upon ourselves.
Lord Byron
Ourselves, Fortune, Believed

Men are the sport of circumstances when it seems circumstances are the sport of men.
Lord Byron
Men, Sports, Seems

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.
Lord Byron
Life, Opinion, Virtue

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.
Lord Byron
Life, Age, Alone

One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine. I only know if once mine gets out, I’ll have a bit of a tussle before I let it get in again to that of any other.
Lord Byron
Once, Soul, Again

If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher’s cleaver.
Lord Byron
Business, Fall, Gentleman

I should be very willing to redress men wrongs, and rather check than punish crimes, had not Cervantes, in that all too true tale of Quixote, shown how all such efforts fail.
Lord Byron
Men, True, Rather

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.
Lord Byron
Alone, Feeling, Felt

I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.
Lord Byron
Perfectly, Mutual, Detest

The ‘good old times’ – all times when old are good.
Lord Byron
Good, Old, Times

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