Lord Byron Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
absence-that-common-cure-of-love
be-thou-the-rainbow-in-the-storms-of-life-the-evening-beam-that-smiles-the-clouds-away-and-tints-tomorrow-with-prophetic-ray
friendship-may-and-often-does-grow-into-love-but-love-never-subsides-into-friendship
always-laugh-when-you-can-it-is-cheap-medicine
then-stirs-the-feeling-infinite-so-felt-in-solitude-where-we-are-least-alone
i-only-go-out-to-get-me-a-fresh-appetite-for-being-alone
the-great-art-of-life-is-sensation-to-feel-that-we-exist-even-in-pain
love-will-find-a-way-through-paths-where-wolves-fear-to-prey
the-best-prophet-of-the-future-is-the-past
sorrow-is-knowledge-those-that-know-the-most-must-mourn-the-deepest-the-tree-of-knowledge-is-not-the-tree-of-life
the-heart-will-break-but-broken-live-on
adversity-is-the-first-path-to-truth
thinkst-thou-existence-doth-depend-on-time-it-doth-but-actions-are-our-epochs
she-walks-in-beauty-like-the-night-of-cloudness-climes-and-starry-skies-and-all-thats-best-of-dark-and-bright-meet-in-her-aspect-and-her-eyes
good-but-rarely-came-from-good-advice
a-lady-of-a-certain-age-which-means-certainly-aged
he-who-loves-not-his-country-can-love-nothing
like-music-on-the-waters-is-they-sweet-voice-to-me
without-a-heart-i-can-never-really-know-what-it-would-be-like-to-love-someone-or-ever-really-understand-trashy-novels
there-is-no-sterner-moralist-than-pleasure
the-sword-outwears-its-sheath-and-the-soul-wears-out-the-breast-and-the-heart-must-pause-to-breathe-and-love-itself-have-rest
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
i-have-imbibed-such-a-love-for-money-that-i-keep-some-sequins-in-a-drawer-to-count-and-cry-over-them-once-a-week
in-her-first-passion-a-woman-loves-her-lover-in-all-the-others-all-she-loves-is-love
love-will-find-a-way-through-paths-were-wolves-fear-to-prey
the-memory-of-joy-is-no-longer-joy-the-memory-of-pain-is-pain-still
the-best-way-will-be-to-avoid-each-other-without-appearing-to-do-so-or-if-we-jostle-at-any-rate-not-to-bite
sometimes-it-seems-like-were-living-in-a-prison-the-crime-is-how-much-we-hate-ourselves
truth-is-a-gem-that-is-found-at-a-great-depth-whilst-on-the-surface-of-this-world-all-things-are-weighed-by-the-false-scale-of-custom
he-possessed-beauty-without-vanity-strength-without-insolence-courage-without-ferocity-and-all-the-virtues-of-man-without-his-vices
a-woman-should-never-be-seen-eating-or-drinking-unless-it-be-lobster-salad-and-champagne-the-only-true-feminine-and-becoming-viands
smiles-form-the-channel-of-a-future-tear
in-solitude-where-we-are-least-alone
passion-is-the-element-in-which-we-live-without-it-we-hardly-vegetate
the-best-of-prophets-of-the-future-is-the-past
talent-may-be-in-time-forgiven-but-genius-never
for-most-men-till-by-losing-rendered-sager-will-back-their-own-opinions-by-a-wager
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
one-of-the-pleasures-of-reading-old-letters-is-the-knowledge-that-they-need-no-answer
poetry-should-only-occupy-the-idle
truth-is-always-strange
every-sense-hath-been-oerstrung-and-each-frail-fibre-of-the-brain-sent-forth-her-thoughts-all-wild-and-wide
the-glory-and-the-nothing-of-a-name
the-power-of-thought-the-magic-of-the-mind
to-fly-from-need-not-be-to-hate-mankind
a-man-must-serve-his-time-to-every-trade-save-censure-critics-all-are-ready-made
how-little-do-we-know-that-which-we-are-how-less-what-we-may-be
all-tragedies-are-finished-by-a-death-all-comedies-are-ended-by-a-marriage
i-see-before-me-the-gladiator-lie-he-leans-upon-his-hand-his-manly-brow-consents-to-death-but-conquers-agony
to-have-joy-one-must-share-it-happiness-was-born-a-twin
on-with-the-dance-let-joy-be-unconfined
let-us-not-unman-each-other-part-at-once-all-farewells-should-be-sudden-when-forever
i-have-always-believed-that-all-things-depended-upon-fortune-and-nothing-upon-ourselves
i-wish-he-would-explain-his-explanation
the-devil-was-the-first-democrat
the-christian-has-greatly-the-advantage-of-the-unbeliever-having-everything-to-gain-and-nothing-to-lose
let-us-have-wine-and-women-mirth-and-laughter-sermons-and-soda-water-the-day-after
ill-publish-right-or-wrong-fools-are-my-theme-let-satire-be-my-song
a-celebrity-is-one-who-is-known-to-many-persons-he-is-glad-he-doesnt-know
all-tragedies-are-finished-by-a-death-all-comedies-by-a-marriage
what-a-strange-thing-man-is-and-what-a-stranger-thing-woman
a-mistress-never-is-nor-can-be-a-friend-while-you-agree-you-are-lovers-and-when-it-is-over-anything-but-friends
the-dew-of-compassion-is-a-tear
romances-paint-at-full-length-peoples-wooings-but-only-give-a-bust-of-marriages-but-no-one-cares-for-matrimonial-cooings
wives-in-their-husbands-absences-grow-subtler-and-daughters-sometimes-run-off-with-the-butler
though-women-are-angels-yet-wedlocks-the-devil
mans-love-is-of-mans-life-a-thing-apart-tis-womans-whole-existence
now-what-i-love-in-women-is-they-wont-or-cant-do-otherwise-than-lie-but-do-it-so-well-the-very-truth-seems-falsehood-to-it
there-is-no-traitor-like-him-whose-domestic-treason-plants-the-poniard-within-the-breast-that-trusted-to-his-truth
those-who-will-not-reason-are-bigots-those-who-cannot-are-fools-and-those-who-dare-not-are-slaves
by-headless-charles-see-heartless-henry-lies
talk-six-times-with-the-same-single-lady-and-you-may-get-the-wedding-dress-ready
if-i-dont-write-to-empty-my-mind-i-go-mad
society-is-smoothed-to-that-excess-that-manners-hardly-differ-more-than-dress
society-is-no-one-polished-horde-formed-of-two-mighty-tribes-the-bores-and-the-bored
science-is-but-the-exchange-of-ignorance-for-that-which-is-another-kind-of-ignorance
fools-are-my-theme-let-satire-be-my-song
indigestion-is-that-inward-fate-which-makes-all-styx-through-one-small-liver-flow
history-is-the-devils-scripture
there-is-in-fact-no-law-or-government-at-all-in-italy-and-it-is-wonderful-how-well-things-go-on-without-them
tis-very-puzzling-on-the-brink-of-what-is-called-eternity-to-stare-and-know-no-more-of-what-is-here-than-there
now-hatred-is-by-far-the-longest-pleasure-men-love-in-haste-but-they-detest-at-leisure
hatred-is-the-madness-of-the-heart
fare-thee-well-if-for-ever-still-for-ever-fare-thee-well
now-hatred-is-by-far-longest-pleasure-men-love-in-haste-but-they-detest-at-leisure
oh-rome-my-country-city-soul-lord-byron
he-had-kept-the-whiteness-his-soul-thus-men-oer-him-wept-lord-byron
the-dome-thought-palace-soul-lord-byron
one-certainly-has-soul-but-how-it-came-to-allow-itself-to-be-enclosed-in-body-is-more-than-i-can-imagine-lord-byron
where-are-forms-sculptors-soul-hath-seized-in-him-alone-can-nature-show-as-fair-lord-byron
no-words-suffice-secret-soul-to-show-for-truth-denies-all-eloquence-to-woe-lord-byron
armenian-is-language-to-speak-with-god-lord-byron