Lord Byron Quotes
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Old man! ’tis not so difficult to die.
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Reason is so unreasonable, that few people can say they are in possession of it.
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I awoke one day to find myself famous.
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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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Exhausting thought, And hiving wisdom with each studious year.
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If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. As to that regular, uninterrupted love of writing. I do not understand it. I feel it as a torture, which I must get rid of, but never as a pleasure. On the contrary, I think composition a great pain.
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We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.
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Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
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From the mingled strength of shade and light A new creation rises to my sight, Such heav'nly figures from his pencil flow, So warm with light his blended colors glow. . . . . The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring.
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Let not his mode of raising cash seem strange, Although he fleeced the flags of every nation, For into a prime minister but change His title, and 'tis nothing but taxation.
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They never fail who dieIn a great cause.
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Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
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I've seen your stormy seas and stormy women, And pity lovers rather more than seamen.
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Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
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For a man to become a poet (witness Petrarch and Dante), he must be in love, or miserable.
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The world is a bundle of hay,Mankind are the asses that pull,Each tugs in a different way-And the greatest of all is John Bull!
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Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?.
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Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
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Champagne with its foaming whirls/As white as Cleopatra's pearls.
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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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Talent may be in time forgiven, but genius never.
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It is when we think we lead that we are most led.
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You are the fools, not I - for I did dwell With a deep thought, and with a softened eye, On that Old Sexton's natural homily, In which there was Obscurity and Fame, The Glory and the Nothing of a Name.
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I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.