Quotes by Lord Byron

The power of Thought, the magic of the Mind!
– Lord Byron
The tenor's voice is spoilt by affectation, And for the bass, the beast can only bellow; In fact, he had no singing education, An ignorant, noteless, timeless, tuneless fellow.
– Lord Byron
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.
– Lord Byron
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roarI love not Man the less, but Nature more.
– Lord Byron
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
– Lord Byron
There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
– Lord Byron
There is, in fact, no law or government at all [in Italy]; and it is wonderful how well things go on without them.
– Lord Byron
There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.
– Lord Byron
They never fail who die in a great cause.
– Lord Byron
This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.
– Lord Byron
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.
– Lord Byron
This sort of adoration of the real is but a heightening of the beau ideal.
– Lord Byron
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
– Lord Byron
Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.
– Lord Byron
'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.
– Lord Byron
'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
– Lord Byron
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
– Lord Byron
To have joy one must share it. Happiness was born a twin.
– Lord Byron
To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.
– Lord Byron
Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.
– Lord Byron
War's a brain spattering windpipe splitting art.
– Lord Byron
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.
– Lord Byron
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!
– Lord Byron
What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.
– Lord Byron
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
When one subtracts from life infancy (which is vegetation), sleep, eating and swilling, buttoning and unbuttoning - how much remains of downright existence? The summer of a dormouse.
– Lord Byron
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.
– Lord Byron
Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.
– Lord Byron
Who loves, raves.
– Lord Byron
Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave?
– Lord Byron
Why did she love him? Curious fool - be still - is human love the growth of human will?
– Lord Byron
Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire - in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?
– Lord Byron
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
Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, streams like the thunderstorm against the wind.
– Lord Byron
Your letter of excuses has arrived. I receive the letter but do not admit the excuses except in courtesy, as when a man treads on your toes and begs your pardon - the pardon is granted, but the joint aches, especially if there is a corn upon it.
– Lord Byron
A pretty woman is a welcome guest.
– Lord Byron
Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
– Lord Byron
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause for breath,
And love itself have rest.
– Lord Byron
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
[Poetry] is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.
– Lord Byron
Oh! too convincing - dangerously dear - In woman's eye the unanswerable tear!
– Lord Byron
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
– Lord Byron
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.
– Lord Byron
The heart will break, but broken live on.
– Lord Byron
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
– Lord Byron
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
– Lord Byron
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
– Lord Byron
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
– Lord Byron