Lord Byron Quotes

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

Life is too short for chess.

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

Sleep hath its own world, and the wide realm of wild reality.

Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.

I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.

Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave?

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

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

They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness.

Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.

Your thief looks Exactly like the rest, or rather better; 'Tis only at the bar, and in the dungeon, That wise men know your felon by his features.

Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce.

Sighing that Nature formed but one such man, and broke the die.

Retirement accords with the tone of my mind; I will not descend to a world I despise.

Yet smelt roast meat, beheld a huge fire shine, And cooks in motion with their clean arms bared.

The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.

Yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native land-Good Night!

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!

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

Italia! O Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty.

Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my minister

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

I am always most religious upon a sunshiny day ...

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

Father of Light! great God of Heaven! Hear'st thou the accents of despair? Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven? Can vice atone for crimes by prayer.

My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone!

What men call gallantry, and gods adultery, is much more common where the climate's sultry.

The law of heaven and earth is life for life.

Religion-freedom-vengeance-what you will, A word's enough to raise mankind to kill.

Constancy ... that small change of love, which people exact so rigidly, receive in such counterfeit coin, and repay in baser metal.

'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.

There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.

The heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old!
The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.

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

I have always believed that all things depended upon Fortune, and nothing upon ourselves.

Prolonged endurance tames the bold.

I am as comfortless as a pilgrim with peas in his shoes - and as cold as Charity, Chastity or any other Virtue.

You should have a softer pillow than my heart.

Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.

That famish'd people must be slowly nurst, and fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.

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

A quiet conscience makes one so serene.

Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains; They crown'd him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.

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

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

But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.

Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.

Rough Johnson, the great moralist.

Fill high the cup with Samian wine!

Champagne with its foaming whirls/As white as Cleopatra's pearls.

My native land, good night!

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

Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away; A single laugh demolished the right arm Of his country.

It is very certain that the desire of life prolongs it.

Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection.

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

In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.

We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.

The French courage proceeds from vanity

Land of lost gods and godlike men.

So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.

None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.

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

Think not I am what I appear.

Bologna is celebrated for producing popes, painters, and sausage.

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

Whatsoever thy birth, thou were a beautiful thought and softly bodied forth.

No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; But older, firmer hearts than ours, Have found monotony in loving.

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

Eat, drink and love ... the rest is not worth a nickel

Kill a man's family, and he may brook it, But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket.

Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.

To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.

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

Exhausting thought, And hiving wisdom with each studious year.

I am not now
That which I have been.

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.

Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.

Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.

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

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

And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.

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

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

Grief should be the instructor of the wise; Sorrow is Knowledge.

No hand can make the clock strike for me the hours that are passed.

I see before me the gladiator lie.

Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.

Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?

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

Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.

Self praise is no praise at all.

Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.

Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave.

That low vice, curiosity!

I speak not of men's creeds - they rest between Man and his Maker.

Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of the world all things are weighed by the false scale of custom.

Time strips our illusions of their hue, And one by one in turn, some grand mistake Casts off its bright skin yearly like the snake.

I awoke one morning and found myself famous.