Lord Byron Quotes
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It is not one man nor a million, but the spirit of liberty that must be preserved. The waves which dash upon the shore are, one by one, broken, but the ocean conquers nevertheless. It overwhelms the Armada, it wears out the rock. In like manner, whatever the struggle of individuals, the great cause will gather strength.
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It is true from early habit, one must make love mechanically as one swims; I was once very fond of both, but now as I never swim unless I tumble into the water, I don't make love till almost obliged.
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Perhaps the early grave Which men weep over may be meant to save.
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It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.
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My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.
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My slumbers--if I slumber--are not sleep, But a continuance of enduring thought, Which then I can resist not: in my heart There is a vigil, and these eyes but close To look within; and yet I live, and bear The aspect and the form of breathing men.
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Shakespeare's name, you may depend on it, stands absurdly too high and will go down.
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And the commencement of atonement is the sense of its necessity.
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Our life is two fold Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality.
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Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.
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I have always laid it down as a maxim -and found it justified by experience -that a man and a woman make far better friendships than can exist between two of the same sex -but then with the condition that they never have made or are to make love to each other.
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But I had not quite fixed whether to make him [Don Juan] end in Hell-or in an unhappy marriage,-not knowing which would be the severest.
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If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.
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Despair and Genius are too oft connected.
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The power of thought,-the magic of the mind!
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Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
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War, war is still the cry,-"war even to the knife!"
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A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.
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It is by far the most elegant worship, hardly excepting the Greek mythology. What with incense, pictures, statues, altars, shrines, relics, and the real presence, confession, absolution, - there is something sensible to grasp at. Besides, it leaves no possibility of doubt; for those who swallow their Deity, really and truly, in transubstantiation, can hardly find any thing else otherwise than easy of digestion.
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He who is only just is cruel; who Upon the earth would live were all judged justly?
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It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment - but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?
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And life 's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
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Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not.
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Good but rarely came from good advice.