Quotes By Lord Byron

For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.

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

As long as I retain my feeling and my passion for Nature, I can partly soften or subdue my other passions and resist or endure those of others.

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

In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue - is hypocrisy.

Who loves, raves.

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

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

I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.

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

Adversity is the first path to truth.

He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.

To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.

There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.

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

Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

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.

The beginning of atonement is the sense of its necessity.

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

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.

Fame is the thirst of youth.

It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.

If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.

Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.

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

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.

The busy have no time for tears.