Top 100 Quotes About Lord Byron
#1. If a man proves too clearly and convincingly to himself ... that a tiger is an optical illusion
well, he will find out he is wrong. The tiger will himself intervene in the discussion, in a manner which will be in every sense conclusive.
Lord Byron
#2. 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.
Lord Byron
#3. Next to dressing for a rout or ball, undressing is a woe.
Lord Byron
#4. I am always most religious upon a sunshiny day ...
Lord Byron
#5. To be fair he is Lord Byron," Jane said. "I don't know many people who haven't slept with him at one time or another."
Jane Fairfax
Michael Thomas Ford
#6. 'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.
Lord Byron
#7. Let no man grumble when his friends fall off, As they will do like leaves at the first breeze; When your affairs come round, one way or t'other, Go to the coffee house, and take another.
Lord Byron
#8. Religion-freedom-vengeance-what you will, A word's enough to raise mankind to kill.
Lord Byron
#9. He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse.
Lord Byron
#10. 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.
Lord Byron
#11. Damn description, it is always disgusting.
Lord Byron
#12. Books, Manuals, Directives, Regulations. The geometries that circumscribe your working life draw norrower and norrower until nothing fits inside them anymore.
Lord Byron
#13. The music, and the banquet, and the wine
The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments
The white arms and the raven hair
the braids, And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace, An India in itself, yet dazzling not.
Lord Byron
#14. Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.
Lord Byron
#15. I have a passion for the name of "Mary," For once it was a magic sound to me, And still it half calls up the realms of fairy, Where I beheld what never was to be.
Lord Byron
#16. They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.
Lord Byron
#17. Lord Byron ! Of course!" cried Dr Greysteel. "I forgot all about him! I must go and warn him to be discreet." "I think it's a little late for that, sir," said Frank.
Susanna Clarke
#18. A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn't know.
Lord Byron
#19. In general I do not draw well with literary men
not that I dislike them but I never know what to say to them after I have praised their last publication.
Lord Byron
#20. The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!
Lord Byron
#22. Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.
Lord Byron
#23. Women hate everything which strips off the tinsel of sentiment, and they are right, or it would rob them of their weapons.
Lord Byron
#24. Lord Byron doesn't have a life plan. He doesn't have a day plan. I once found a note that he wrote to himself that said: 'put on pants.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
#25. 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.
Lord Byron
#26. 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.
Lord Byron
#29. War, war is still the cry,-"war even to the knife!"
Lord Byron
#30. Who then will explain the explanation?
Lord Byron
#31. The drying up a single tear has more, of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.
Lord Byron
#32. 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.
Lord Byron
#33. In solitude, when we are least alone.
Lord Byron
#34. A legal broom's a moral chimney-sweeper, And that's the reason he himself's so dirty
Lord Byron
#35. 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.
Lord Byron
#36. Venice once was dear,
The pleasant place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.
Lord Byron
#37. Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime!
Lord Byron
#38. 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.
Lord Byron
#39. The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them-She was the Universe.
Lord Byron
#40. 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.
Lord Byron
#41. A quiet conscience makes one so serene.
Lord Byron
#42. But I had not quite fixed whether to make him [Don Juan] end in Hell-or in an unhappy marriage,-not knowing which would be the severest.
Lord Byron
#43. Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.
Lord Byron
#44. Of all tales 'tis the saddest
and more sad, Because it makes us smile.
Lord Byron
#45. In large Victorian houses with many rooms and heavy doors, the occupants could be mysterious and exciting to one another in a way that those who live in rackety developments can never hope to be. Not even the lust of a Lord Byron could survive the fact of Levittown.
Gore Vidal
#46. I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand.
Lord Byron
#47. Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone
glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away
Is this the whole?
Lord Byron
#48. The great apologist has to have lived large and wild. If he's going to kiss the world's boo-boos and make up, he'd better plant some bruises first. A master apologizer has to be a Lord Byron, a Rick in Casablanca, a Lee Atwater, anyway.
P. J. O'Rourke
#49. In commitment, we dash the hopes of a thousand potential selves.
Lord Byron
#50. No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
Lord Byron
#51. Yes! Ready money is Aladdin's lamp.
Lord Byron
#53. I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.
Lord Byron
#54. 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.
Lord Byron
#55. Frienship is eros ... without wings
Lord Byron
#56. I think the worst woman that ever existed would have made a man of very passable reputation
they are all better than us and their faults such as they are must originate with ourselves.
Lord Byron
#57. There is, in fact, no law or government at all; and it is wonderful how well things go on without them.
Lord Byron
#58. Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires, And decorate the verse herself inspires: This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest,- Though Nature's sternest painter, yet the best.
Lord Byron
#59. 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.
Lord Byron
#60. VALENTINE: Are you talking about Lord Byron, the poet?
BERNARD: No, you fucking idiot, we're talking about Lord Byron, the chartered accountant.
Tom Stoppard
#61. Shelley is truth itself and honour itself notwithstanding his out-of-the-way notions about religion.
Lord Byron
#62. I stood among them, but not of them: in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts.
Lord Byron
#63. So sweet the blush of bashfulness, E'en pity scarce can wish it less!
Lord Byron
#64. There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.
Lord Byron
#65. I have had, and may have still, a thousand friends, as they are called, in life, who are like one's partners in the waltz of this world -not much remembered when the ball is over.
Lord Byron
#66. I speak not of men's creeds - they rest between Man and his Maker.
Lord Byron
#67. This sort of adoration of the real is but a heightening of the beau ideal.
Lord Byron
#68. 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.
Lord Byron
#69. Tis pleasing to be school'd in a strange tongue By female lips and eyes
that is, I mean, When both the teacher and the taught are young, As was the case, at least, where I have been; They smile so when one's right; and when one's wrong They smile still more.
Lord Byron
#70. 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.
Lord Byron
#71. 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.
Lord Byron
#72. Till taught by pain, men know not water's worth.
Lord Byron
#73. I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.
Lord Byron
#74. How sweet and soothing is this hour of calm! I thank thee, night! for thou has chased away these horrid bodements which, amidst the throng, I could not dissipate; and with the blessing of thy benign and quiet influence now will I to my couch, although to rest is almost wronging such a night as this.
Lord Byron
#76. In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee
Lord Byron
#77. Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou? Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead? Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low Some less majestic, less beloved head?
Lord Byron
#78. 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
George Gordon Byron
#79. Marriage, from love, like vinegar from wine
A sad, sour sober beverage
by time Is sharpened from its high celestial flavor Down to a very homely household savor.
Lord Byron
#80. Thy decay's still impregnate with divinity.
Lord Byron
#81. 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.
Lord Byron
#82. I only know we loved in vain; I only feel-farewell! farewell!
Lord Byron
#83. Kill a man's family, and he may brook it, But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket.
Lord Byron
#84. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord.
George Gordon Byron
#85. Eat, drink and love ... the rest is not worth a nickel
Lord Byron
#86. Her great merit is finding out mine - there is nothing so amiable as discernment.
Lord Byron
#87. There is pleasure in the pathless woods.
Lord Byron
#88. Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock!
Lord Byron
#89. My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.
Lord Byron
#90. I hate all pain, Given or received; we have enough within us The meanest vassal as the loftiest monarch, Not to add to each other's natural burden Of mortal misery.
Lord Byron
#91. Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.
Lord Byron
#92. Grief is fantastical, and loves the dead, And the apparel of the grave.
Lord Byron
#93. Wives in their husbands' absences grow subtler, And daughters sometimes run off with the butler.
Lord Byron
#94. The law of heaven and earth is life for life.
Lord Byron
#95. Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded. That all the Apostles would have done as they did.
Lord Byron
#96. None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.
Lord Byron
#97. For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?
Lord Byron
#98. 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.
Lord Byron
#99. A thirst for gold, The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm The meanest hearts.
Lord Byron
#100. Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
Lord Byron
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