Lord Byron Quotes (306 Quotes)

The heart will break, but broken live on.

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.

Our thoughts take the wildest flight Even at the moment when they should arrange themselves in thoughtful order.

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

I see before me the Gladiator lie He leans upon his hand - his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony.

Yet Love, if Love in such an hour
Could nobly check its useless sighs,
Might then exert its latest power
In her who lives, and him who dies.

The sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself have rest.

Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.

Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.

I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.

My soul is dark - Oh!

I tell thee, be not rash a golden bridge Is for a flying enemy.

With death doomed to grapple, Beneath this cold slab, he Who lied in the chapel Now lies in the Abbey.

I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.

I should be very willing to redress men wrongs, and rather check than punish crimes, had not Cervantes, in that all too true tale of Quixote, shown how all such efforts fail.

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.

Sweet is revenge - especially to women.

So much alarmed that she is quite alarming, All Giggle, Blush, half Pertness, and half Pout.

Adversity is the first path to truth.

Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not.

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.

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.

Joy's recollection is no longer joy, while sorrow's memory is sorrow still

In the midst of the dying and the dead?

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.

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

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.

Would you teach her to love?

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

Are we aware of our obligations to a mob It is the mob that labor in your fields and serve in your houses -- that man your navy, and recruit your army -- that have enabled you to defy the world, and can also defy you when neglect and calamity have driven them to despair. You may call the people a mob but do not forget that a mob too often speaks the sentiments of the people.

Shakespeare's name, you may depend on it, stands absolutely too - high and will go down

Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law and, even then, if I could have been certain to haunt her - but I won't dwell upon these trifling family matters

Though the life of thy gift would last for ever.

Sighing that Nature formed but one such man, and broke the die.

What an antithetical mind -- tenderness, roughness -- delicacy, coarseness -- sentiment, sensuality -- soaring and groveling, dirt and deity -- all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay

I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.

I grieve, but not, my holy guide!

Absence - that common cure of love.

Like music on the waters is they sweet voice to me.

Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!

I want a hero an uncommon want, When every year and month sends forth a new one, Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant, The age discovers he is not the true one Of such as these I should not care to vaunt, I'll therefore take our ancient frien

History is the devil's scripture.

If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee - With silence and tears

Tis pity wine should be so deleterious, for tea and coffee leave us much more serious

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.

That eye was in itself a Soul!

Why don't they knead two virtuous souls for life Into that moral centaur, man and wife

Adversity is the first path to truth He who hath proved war, storm, or woman's rage, Whether his winters be eighteen or eighty, Has won the experience which is deemed so weighty.