Top 100 Lord Byron Quotes
#1. Like other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogether, then inarticulate, and then drunk. When we had reached the last step of this glorious ladder, it was difficult to get down again without stumbling.
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#2. Next to dressing for a rout or ball, undressing is a woe.
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#3. I am always most religious upon a sunshiny day ...
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#5. Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.
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#6. Women hate everything which strips off the tinsel of sentiment, and they are right, or it would rob them of their weapons.
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#7. Nor all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay, Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme, Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.
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#8. But as to women, who can penetrate the real sufferings of their she condition? Man's very sympathy with their estate has much of selfishness and more suspicion. Their love, their virtue, beauty, education, but form good housekeepers, to breed a nation.
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#9. The drying up a single tear has more, of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.
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#10. But I hate things all fiction ... there should always be some foundation of fact for the most airy fabric - and pure invention is but the talent of a liar.
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#11. Venice once was dear,
The pleasant place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.
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#12. 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.
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#13. I cannot describe to you the despairing sensation of trying to do something for a man who seems incapable or unwilling to do anything further for himself.
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#14. I have seen a thousand graves opened, and always perceived that whatever was gone, the teeth and hair remained of those who had died with them. Is not this odd? They go the very first things in youth and yet last the longest in the dust.
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#15. There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.
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#16. What makes a regiment of soldiers a more noble object of view than the same mass of mob? Their arms, their dresses, their banners, and the art and artificial symmetry of their position and movements.
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#17. There is pleasure in the pathless woods.
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#18. My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.
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#19. Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.
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#20. Wives in their husbands' absences grow subtler, And daughters sometimes run off with the butler.
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#21. The law of heaven and earth is life for life.
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#22. Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded. That all the Apostles would have done as they did.
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#23. None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.
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#24. Rough Johnson, the great moralist.
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#25. Switzerland is a curst, selfish, swinish country of brutes, placed in the most romantic region of the world.
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#26. Lord of himself; that heritage of woe!
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#27. A sort of hostile transaction, very necessary to keep the world going, but by no means a sinecure to the parties concerned.
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#28. 'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
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#29. As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.
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#30. The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
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#31. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae!
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#32. But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.
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#33. Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!
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#34. Sighing that Nature formed but one such man, and broke the die.
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#35. A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.
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#36. But stories somehow lengthen when begun.
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#37. To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.
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#38. Dreading that climax of all human ills the inflammation of his weekly bills.
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#39. When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past -
For years fleet away with the wings of the dove -
The dearest remembrance will still be the last,
Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.
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#40. Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till-'t is gone, and all is gray.
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#41. There is music in all things, if men had ears.
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#42. A material resurrection seems strange and even absurd except for purposes of punishment, and all punishment which is to revenge rather than correct must be morally wrong, and when the World is at an end, what moral or warning purpose can eternal tortures answer?
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#43. Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain
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#44. You should have a softer pillow than my heart.
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#45. One hates an author that's all author.
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#46. Grief should be the instructor of the wise; Sorrow is Knowledge.
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#47. The art of angling, the cruelest, the coldest and the stupidest of pretended sports.
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#48. I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
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#49. Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.
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#50. It is when we think we lead that we are most led.
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#51. Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.
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#52. Yet smelt roast meat, beheld a huge fire shine, And cooks in motion with their clean arms bared.
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#53. America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.
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#54. Now what I love in women is, they won't Or can't do otherwise than lie, but do it. So well, the very truth seems falsehood to it.
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#55. The truly brave are soft of heart and eyes, and feel for what their duty bids them do.
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#56. Champagne with its foaming whirls/As white as Cleopatra's pearls.
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#57. [Armenian] is a rich language, however, and would amply repay any one the trouble of learning it.
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#58. Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized? In him alone, Can nature show as fair?
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#59. Yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native land-Good Night!
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#60. This is to be along; this, this is solitude!
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#61. We have fools in all sects, and impostors in most; why should I believe mysteries no one can understand, because written by men who chose to mistake madness for inspiration and style themselves Evangelicals?
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#62. Well, well, the world must turn upon its axis, And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails, And live and die, make love and pay our taxes, And as the veering winds shift, shift our sails.
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#64. There is no passion, more spectral or fantastical than hate, not even its opposite, love, so peoples air, with phantoms, as this madness of the heart.
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#65. Such hath it been
shall be
beneath the sun The many still must labour for the one.
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#66. Whatsoever thy birth, thou were a beautiful thought and softly bodied forth.
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#67. Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.
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#68. It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flatter; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of friendship
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#69. But beef is rare within these oxless isles; Goat's flesh there is, no doubt, and kid, and mutton; And, when a holiday upon them smiles, A joint upon their barbarous spits they put on.
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#70. Tis an old lesson; time approves it true, And those who know it best, deplore it most; When all is won that all desire to woo, The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost.
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#71. Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.
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#72. But at sixteen the conscience rarely gnaws So much, as when we call our old debts in At sixty years, and draw the accounts of evil, And find a deuced balance with the devil.
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#73. Let not his mode of raising cash seem strange,
Although he fleeced the flags of every nation,
For into a prime minister but change
His title, and 'tis nothing but taxation.
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#74. The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.
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#75. Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection.
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#76. Accursed be the city where the laws would stifle nature's!
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#77. The Coach does not play in the game, but the Coach helps the players identify areas to improve their game.
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#78. Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.
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#79. Prolonged endurance tames the bold.
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#80. There is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast that trusted to his truth
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#81. And Doubt and Discord step 'twixt thine and thee.
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#82. My altars are the mountains and the ocean.
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#83. 'Twas strange that one so young should thus concern His brain about the action of the sky; If you think 'twas philosophy that this did, I can't help thinking puberty assisted.
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#85. Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.
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#86. Whenever I meet with anything agreeable in this world it surprises me so much - and pleases me so much (when my passions are not interested in one way or the other) that I go on wondering for a week to come.
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#87. Reason is so unreasonable, that few people can say they are in possession of it.
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#88. You have to have a passion for your work. How can we expect people to be passionate if you, as their coach, does not have a passion? Coaching has to be something that gives you passion and energy.
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#89. Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
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#90. 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.
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#91. I am no Platonist, I am nothing at all; but I would sooner be a Paulician, Manichean, Spinozist, Gentile, Pyrrhonian, Zoroastrian, than one of the seventy-two villainous sects who are tearing each other to pieces for the love of the Lord and hatred of each other.
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#92. 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.
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#93. By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see For one who hath no friend, no brother there.
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#94. The very best of vineyards is the cellar
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#95. 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.
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#96. Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore, All ashes to the taste.
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#97. Sincerity may be humble but she cannot be servile.
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#98. Know ye not who would be free themselves must strike the blow? by their right arms the conquest must be wrought?
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#99. Constancy ... that small change of love, which people exact so rigidly, receive in such counterfeit coin, and repay in baser metal.
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#100. The basis of your religion is injustice. The Son of God the pure, the immaculate, the innocent, is sacrificed for the guilty. This proves his heroism, but no more does away with man's sin than a school boy's volunteering to be flogged for another would exculpate a dunce from negligence.
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