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Lord Byron Quotes

This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.
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.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.
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.
A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk the best of life is but intoxication.
This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.
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.
Opinions are made to be changed - or how is truth to be got at?
'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
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.
America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.
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.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.
I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.
They never fail who die in a great cause.
All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.
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.
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.
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.
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
Absence - that common cure of love.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
Who loves, raves.
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
The heart will break, but broken live on.
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.
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.
I have no consistency, except in politics and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.
There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.
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.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.