Lord Byron

I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.

— Lord Byron

Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.

— Lord Byron

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

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past—Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.

— Lord Byron

Farewell! if ever fondest prayer But waft thy name beyond the sky.

— Lord Byron

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

When we two partedTo sever for years.

— Lord Byron

In secret we metWith silence and tears.

— Lord Byron

Near this spotBOATSWAIN, a DOG

— Lord Byron

The poor dog, in life the firmest friend,The first to welcome, foremost to defend.

— Lord Byron

Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart!

— Lord Byron

The love where Death has set his seal,Nor falsehood disavow.

— Lord Byron

The best prophet of the future is the past.

— Lord Byron

And thou wert lovely to the last,Shine brightest as they fall from high.

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.

— Lord Byron

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.

— Lord Byron

Where may the wearied eye repose To make man blush there was but one!

— Lord Byron

You are the fools, not I — for I did dwell The Glory and the Nothing of a Name.

— Lord Byron

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.

— Lord Byron

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

— Lord Byron

Fare thee well! and if forever,'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.

— Lord Byron

My hair is grey, but not with years,As men's have grown from sudden fears.

— Lord Byron

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

Oh, God! it is a fearful thingIn any shape, in any mood.

— Lord Byron

Think'st thou existence doth depend on time?

— Lord Byron

A light broke in upon my brain, —The sweetest song ear ever heard.

— Lord Byron

There 's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.

— Lord Byron

There be none of Beauty's daughtersIs thy sweet voice to me.

— Lord Byron

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

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.

— Lord Byron

Though the day of my Destiny's over,The faults which so many could find.

— Lord Byron

In the desert a fountain is springing,Which speaks to my spirit of thee.

— Lord Byron

The careful pilot of my proper woe.

— Lord Byron

As the liberty lads o'er the sea And down with all kings but King Ludd!

— Lord Byron

My boat is on the shore,Here's a double health to thee!

— Lord Byron

Here's a sigh to those who love me,Here's a heart for every fate.

— Lord Byron

Were't the last drop in the well,'T is to thee that I would drink.

— Lord Byron

"Bring forth the horse!" — the horse was brought;Were in his limbs.

— Lord Byron

When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home,    And, if not shot or hang'd, you'll get knighted.

— Lord Byron

Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story;Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.

— Lord Byron

The best of prophets of the future is the past.

— Lord Byron

The world is a bundle of hay,And the greatest of all is John Bull!

— Lord Byron

Send me no more reviews of any kind. — I will read no more of evil or good in that line. — Walter Scott has not read a review of himself for thirteen years.

— Lord Byron

BecauseWhich I must feed on for a fault not mine.

— Lord Byron

I live,And so I live. Would I had never lived!

— Lord Byron

That which I am, I am; I did not seekFor life, nor did I make myself.

— Lord Byron

Who killed John Keats?"'Twas one of my feats."

— Lord Byron

He seemsWho has seen yesterday?

— Lord Byron

Sublime tobacco! which from east to westCheers the tar's labor or the Turkman's rest.

— Lord Byron

Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipeThy naked beauties—give me a cigar!

— Lord Byron

Jack was embarrassed — never hero more,And as he knew not what to say, he swore.

— Lord Byron

What's drinking?A mere pause from thinking!

— Lord Byron

Fame is the thirst of youth.

— Lord Byron

My days are in the yellow leaf;Are mine alone!

— Lord Byron

Seek out — less often sought than found —And take thy Rest.

— Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night

— Lord Byron

I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

— Lord Byron

A great poet belongs to no country; his works are public property, and his Memoirs the inheritance of the public.

— Lord Byron

Hands promiscuously applied,Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.

— Lord Byron

They never fail who dieIn a great cause.

— Lord Byron

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

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

— Lord Byron

Lord of himself,—that heritage of woe!

— Lord Byron

It is the hour when from the boughs Seem sweet in every whisper'd word.

— Lord Byron

Yet in my lineaments they traceSome features of my father's face.

— Lord Byron

Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.

— Lord Byron

Whose game was empires and whose stakes were thrones,Whose table earth, whose dice were human bones.

— Lord Byron

I loved my country, and I hated him.

— Lord Byron

Friendship is Love without wings.

— Lord Byron

What say you to such a supper with such a woman?

— Lord Byron

I'll publish right or wrong:Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

— Lord Byron

'Tis pleasure, sure, to see one's name in print;A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.

— Lord Byron

A man must serve his time to every tradeSave censure — critics are ready-made.

— Lord Byron

With just enough of learning to misquote.

— Lord Byron

As soonYou trust in critics, who themselves are sore.

— Lord Byron

Better to err with Pope, than shine with Pye.

— Lord Byron

'Twas thine own genius gave the final blow,And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.

— Lord Byron

Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtleNow melt into sorrow, now madden to crime!

— Lord Byron

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

Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine,And all, save the spirit of man, is divine?

— Lord Byron

Mark! where his carnage and his conquests cease!He makes a solitude, and calls it — peace!

— Lord Byron

Hark! to the hurried question of despair: "Where is my child?"—an echo answers, "Where?"

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

He who hath bent him o'er the deadHave swept the lines where beauty lingers.

— Lord Byron

Shrine of the mighty! can it beThat this is all remains of thee?

— Lord Byron

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

— Lord Byron

For freedom's battle, once begun,Though baffled oft, is ever won.

— Lord Byron

And lovelier things have mercy shownExcept an erring sister's shame.

— Lord Byron

The keenest pangs the wretched find The waste of feelings unemployed.

— Lord Byron

Better to sink beneath the shockThan moulder piecemeal on the rock.

— Lord Byron

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.

— Lord Byron

The cold in clime are cold in blood, Their love can scarce deserve the name.

— Lord Byron

I die — but first I have possessed,And come what may, I have been blessed.

— Lord Byron

She was a form of life and light To lift from earth our low desire.

— Lord Byron

The fatal facility of the octosyllabic verse.

— Lord Byron

A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn't know.

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.

— Lord Byron

Such hath it been — shall be — beneath the sunThe many still must labour for the one!

— Lord Byron

Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed farewell!

— Lord Byron

No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.

— Lord Byron

He left a corsair's name to other times,Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.

— Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the nightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies.

— Lord Byron

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast.

— Lord Byron

And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!

— Lord Byron

Sighing that Nature formed but one such man,And broke the die, in molding Sheridan.

— Lord Byron

And to his eyeAnd that was shining on him.

— Lord Byron

She was his life,Which terminated all.

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.

— Lord Byron

Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the mostThe Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.

— Lord Byron

Mont Blanc is the Monarch of mountains;With a Diadem of Snow.

— Lord Byron

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

By thy cold breast and serpent smile,Thyself to be thy proper Hell!

— Lord Byron

My mother Earth!Art a delight—thou shin'st not on my heart.

— Lord Byron

Patience! Hence—that word was madeI am not of thine order.

— Lord Byron

Think'st thou existence doth depend on time?Rocks, and the salt-surf weeds of bitterness.

— Lord Byron

From my youth upwardsMade me a stranger.

— Lord Byron

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

— Lord Byron

Knowledge is not happiness, and science Which is another kind of ignorance.

— Lord Byron

Whate'erTo be my mediator.

— Lord Byron

The stars are forth, the moon above the tops I learn'd the language of another world.

— Lord Byron

Time! On whose arbitrary wing

— Lord Byron

The heart ran o'erOur spirits from their urns.

— Lord Byron

Old man! ’tis not so difficult to die.

— Lord Byron

So, we'll go no more a rovingAnd the moon be still as bright.

— Lord Byron

The best prophet of the future is the past.

— Lord Byron

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

For the sword outwears its sheath,And love itself have rest.

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

Though the night was made for loving,By the light of the moon.

— Lord Byron

His heart was one of those which most enamour us,Who still become more constant as they cool.

— Lord Byron

Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.

— Lord Byron

I love the language, that soft bastard Latin,Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all.

— Lord Byron

America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.

— Lord Byron

Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.

— Lord Byron

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.

— Lord Byron

O Mirth and Innocence! O milk and water! Ye happy mixtures of more happy days.

— Lord Byron

How my soul hates This language, Flattering dust with eternity.

— Lord Byron

By all that's good and glorious.

— Lord Byron

Eat, drink, and love; the rest's not worth a fillip.

— Lord Byron

I am the very slave of circumstance I am not what I should be — let it end.

— Lord Byron

But take this with thee: if I was not form'd To profit by them…

— Lord Byron

Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

— Lord Byron

Oh! if thou hast at length An empire to indulge thee.

— Lord Byron

The dust we tread upon was once alive.

— Lord Byron

My best! my last friends! There be: I shall know soon. Farewell — Farewell.

— Lord Byron

The "good old times" — all times when old are good —Are gone.

— Lord Byron

Where is he, the champion and the childWhose table earth — whose dice were human bones?

— Lord Byron

While Franklin's quiet memory climbs to heaven,Shall sink while there's an echo left to air.

— Lord Byron

It would be difficult, perhaps, to find the annals of a nation less stained with crimes than those of the Armenians, whose virtues have been those of peace, and their vices those of compulsion. But whatever may have been their destiny — and it has been bitter — whatever it may be in future, their country must ever be one of the most interesting on the globe.

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.

— Lord Byron

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

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

— Lord Byron

Friendship is Love without his wings!

— Lord Byron

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

— Lord Byron

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

The 'good old times' - all times when old are good.

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

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

Friendship is Love without his wings!

— Lord Byron

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

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

— Lord Byron

Between two worlds life hovers like a star

— Lord Byron

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

— Lord Byron

I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.

— Lord Byron

The heart will break, but broken live on.

— Lord Byron

All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron