Lord Byron Quotes on Life (20 Quotes)

'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.

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

What a strange thing is the propagation of life A bubble of seed which may be spilt in a whore's lap, or in the orgasm of a voluptuous dream, might (for aught we know) have formed a Caesar or a Bonaparte -- there is nothing remarkable recorded of their sires, that I know of.

It is very certain that the desire of life prolongs it.

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

My days, though few, have passed below
In much of joy, but more of woe;
Yet still in hours of love or strife,
I've 'scaped the weariness of life:
Now leagued with friends, now girt by foes,
I loathed the languor of repose.

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

I do not believe in revealed religion - I will have nothing to do with your immortality we are miserable enough in this life, without speculating on another

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.

She was a form of life and light,
That, seen, became a part of sight;
And rose, where'er I turned mine eye,
The morning-star of memory!

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

The better days of life were ours;
The worst can be but mine:
The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers,
Shall never more be thine.

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

But life is hazard at the best; and here
No more remains to win, and much to fear:
Yes, fear!

Tis the perception of the beautiful, A fine extension of the faculties, Platonic, universal, wonderful, Drawn from the stars, and filtered through the skies, Without which life would be extremely dull

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

Though the life of thy gift would last for ever.

The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.

Here lies interred in the eternity of the past, from whence there is no resurrection for the days -- whatever there may be for the dust -- the thirty-third year of an ill-spent life, which, after a lingering disease of many months sank into a lethargy, an

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