Lord Byron Quotes (306 Quotes)


    Poetry should only occupy the idle.

    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.

    A better farmer ne'er brushed dew from lawn, A worse king never left a realm undone

    Of all the barbarous middle ages, that which is most barbarous is the middle age of man it is -- I really scarce know what but when we hover between fool and sage, and don't know justly what we would be at -- a period something like a printed page, black letter upon foolscap, while our hair grows grizzled, and we are not what we were.

    I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse - borne away with every breath


    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.

    I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library

    The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.

    Oh, nature's noblest gift, my grey goose quill, Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will, Torn from the parent bird to form a pen, That mighty instrument of little men

    Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.

    I've stood upon Achilles' tomb, And heard Troy doubted time will doubt of Rome

    Society is smoothed to that excess, that manners hardly differ more than dress

    Sublime tobacco which from east to west Cheers the tar's labor or the Turkman's rest


    It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe - you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.


    I have simplified my politics into an utter detestation of all existing governments and, as it is the shortest and most agreeable and summary feeling imaginable, the first moment of an universal republic would convert me into an advocate for single and uncontradicted despotism. The fact is, riches are power, and poverty is slavery all over the earth, and one sort of establishment is no better, nor worse, for a people than another.

    The way to be immortal (I mean not to die at all) is to have me for your heir. I recommend you to put me in your will and you will see that (as long as I live at least) you will never even catch cold.

    This sort of adoration of the real is but a heightening of the beau ideal.

    A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.

    And yet a little tumult, now and then, is an agreeable quickener of sensation such as a revolution, a battle, or an adventure of any lively description.

    I have always laid it down as a maxim and found it justified by experience that a man and a woman make far better friendships than can exist between two of the same sex but then with the condition that they never have made or are to make love to each other.

    A man must serve his time to every trade Save Censure- Critics all are ready made

    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

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

    Prolonged endurance tames the bold.

    So for a good old gentlemanly vice I think I must take up with avarice.

    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

    A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.

    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.

    Think'st thou existence doth depend on time It doth but actions are our epochs

    Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.

    Oh there is an organ playing in the street - a waltz too I must leave off to listen.

    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!

    She had consented to create again That Adam, called the happiest of men'.

    One what best his love might claim
    Hath lost, another wealth, or fame.

    His heart was one of those which most enamour us, Wax to receive, and marble to retain.

    Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.

    I am as comfortless as a pilgrim with peas in his shoes -- and as cold as Charity, Chastity or any other Virtue.

    When Newton saw an apple fall, he found In that slight startle from his contemplation - 'Tis said (for I'll not answer above ground For any sage's creed or calculation) - A mode of proving that the earth turned round In a most natural whirl called G.



    Clime of the unforgotten brave Whose land from plain to mountain-cave Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave

    A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn't know.

    Comus all allows Champagne, dice, music or your neighbour's spouse.

    The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.

    That household virtue, most uncommon, Of constancy to a bad, ugly woman.

    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.

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

    Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.


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    T. S. Eliot - Rabindranath Tagore - Lord Byron - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - Alexander Pope - William Congreve - Jorge Luis Borges - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Henrik Ibsen - Geoffrey Chaucer


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