Quotes By Lord Byron

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.

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

The beginning of atonement is the sense of its necessity.

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

Fame is the thirst of youth.

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

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.

A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.

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

Friendship is Love without his wings!

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.

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

The busy have no time for tears.

In solitude, where we are least alone.

Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life - and if Virtue is not its own reward I don't know any other stipend annexed to it.

If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.

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.

Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.

Prolonged endurance tames the bold.

Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim.

Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.

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?

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

What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.

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.

Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.

All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.