Lord Byron Quotes

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.

You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her. Never underestimate the power of love. The way to love anything is to realize it may be lost. The heart has its reasons that reason does not know at all. Music is love in search of a word. There is pleasure in the pathless woods; there is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society, where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar.

Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.

Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.

The heart will break, but broken live on.

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

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

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.

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

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

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

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

The best prophet of the future is the past.

I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty.

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

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

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

I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff- box from an emperor.

Absence - that common cure of love.

But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.

I have simplified my politics into an utter detestation of all existing governments; and, as it is the shortest and most agreeable and summary feeling imaginable, the first moment of an universal republic would convert me into an advocate for single and uncontradicted despotism. The fact is, riches are power, and poverty is slavery all over the earth, and one sort of establishment is no better, nor worse, for a people than another.

For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.

Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection.

To have joy, one must share it.

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.

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

Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.

I should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear me - I have been more ravished myself than anybody since the Trojan war.

All human history attests That happiness for man, - the hungry sinner! - Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner. ~Lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto XIII, stanza 99

Dreading that climax of all human ills the inflammation of his weekly bills.

And life 's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

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

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.

Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylæ!

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

As to Don Juan, confess that it is the sublime of that there sort of writing; it may be bawdy, but is it not good English? It may be profligate, but is it not life, is it not the thing? Could any man have written it who has not lived in the world? and tooled in a post-chaise? in a hackney coach? in a Gondola? against a wall? in a court carriage? in a vis a vis? on a table? and under it?

So we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart still be as loving, And the moon still be as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul outwears the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a-roving By the light of the moon.

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

Armenian is the language to speak with God.

A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.

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

Socrates said, our only knowledge was "To know that nothing could be known;" a pleasant Science enough, which levels to an ass Each Man of Wisdom, future, past, or present. Newton, (that Proverb of the Mind,) alas! Declared, with all his grand discoveries recent, That he himself felt only "like a youth Picking up shells by the great Ocean-Truth."

There is music in all things, if men had ears.

They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.

I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.

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

A drop of ink may make a million think.