Lord Byron quotes

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

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

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

For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?

Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!

The busy have no time for tears.

Women hate everything which strips off the tinsel of sentiment, and they are right, or it would rob them of their weapons.

America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.

Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!

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

Friendship is Love without his wings!

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.

This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.

The 'good old times' - all times when old are good.

Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.

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.

We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.

The best prophet of the future is the past.

But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.

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

The dew of compassion is a tear.

There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.

Who loves, raves.

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

This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.

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

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.

'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.

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

Absence - that common cure of love.

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

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

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

What should I have known or written had I been a quiet, mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence.

I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.

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.

I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.

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

Friendship is Love without his wings!

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

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

Fame is the thirst of youth.

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.

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

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

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.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.

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.

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

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

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.

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.

Shelley is truth itself and honour itself notwithstanding his out-of-the-way notions about religion.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

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

There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.

Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

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.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

Opinions are made to be changed - or how is truth to be got at?

I love not man the less, but Nature more.

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

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

I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.

Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.

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.

The best prophet of the future is the past.