Lord Byron Quotes
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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.
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What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper: Some liken it to climbing up a hill, Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour: For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill, And bards burn what they call their "midnight taper," To have, when the original is dust, A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust.
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Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
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It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.
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Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.
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Reason is so unreasonable, that few people can say they are in possession of it.
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If a man proves too clearly and convincingly to himself...that a tiger is an optical illusion--well, he will find out he is wrong. The tiger will himself intervene in the discussion, in a manner which will be in every sense conclusive.
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With flowing tail and flying mane, Wide nostrils never stretched by pain, Mouth bloodless to bit or rein, And feet that iron never shod, And flanks unscar'd by spur or rod, A thousand horses - the wild - the free - Like waves that follow o'er the sea, Came thickly thundering on.
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If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.
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For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast.
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But stories somehow lengthen when begun.
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For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
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I stood among them, but not of them: in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts.
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There is music in all things, if men had ears.
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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.
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So much alarmed that she is quite alarming...
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O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, which makes bank credit like a bark of vapour.
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I cannot describe to you the despairing sensation of trying to do something for a man who seems incapable or unwilling to do anything further for himself.
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Tis pleasant purchasing our fellow-creatures; And all are to be sold, if you consider Their passions, and are dext'rous; some by features Are brought up, others by a warlike leader; Some by a place--as tend their years or natures; The most by ready cash--but all have prices, From crowns to kicks, according to their vices.
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For through the South the custom still commands The gentleman to kiss the lady's hands.
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'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.
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The 'good old times' - all times when old are good -Are gone.
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Like other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogether, then inarticulate, and then drunk. When we had reached the last step of this glorious ladder, it was difficult to get down again without stumbling.
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A bargain is in its very essence a hostile transaction do not all men try to abate the price of all they buy? I contend that a bargain even between brethren is a declaration of war.