Words matter. These are the best Lord Byron Quotes, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
The busy have no time for tears.
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.
Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.
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.
The dew of compassion is a tear.
A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.
Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.
‘Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
I am sure of nothing so little as my own intentions.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe – you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.
What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.
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.
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
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.
The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.
I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff-box from an emperor.
The heart will break, but broken live on.
Her great merit is finding out mine – there is nothing so amiable as discernment.
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.
Fame is the thirst of youth.
Absence – that common cure of love.
Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon’s verge.
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.
Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.
A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn’t know.
Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce.
Who loves, raves.
The best prophet of the future is the past.
Shakespeare’s name, you may depend on it, stands absurdly too high and will go down.
The reading or non-reading a book will never keep down a single petticoat.
Wives in their husbands’ absences grow subtler, And daughters sometimes run off with the butler.
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
There’s naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.
A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover but will sooner or later find a tyrant.
All farewells should be sudden, when forever.
Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.
The Cardinal is at his wit’s end – it is true that he had not far to go.
‘Tis pleasant, sure, to see one’s name in print. A book’s a book, although there’s nothing in ‘t.
I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.
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?
Romances I ne’er read like those I have seen.
There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.
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.
I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.
Cervantes smiled Spain’s chivalry away; A single laugh demolished the right arm Of his country.
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
The beginning of atonement is the sense of its necessity.
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.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.
For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.
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.
The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.
Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.
I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.
All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
