Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge How little we know that which… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I do not believe in revealed religion - I will have nothing to do with your immortality; we are miserable enough in… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
In itself a thought, a slumbering thought is capable of years; and curdles a long life into one hour. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse borne away with every breath! Misplaced upon the throne misplaced in life. I… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“ We'll Go No More A-roving So, we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart still be… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still the master's… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Pythagoras, Locke, Socrates - but pages might be filled up, as vainly as before, with the sad usage of all sorts of… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Tis the perception of the beautiful, A fine extension of the faculties, Platonic, universal, wonderful, Drawn from the stars, and filtered through… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
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… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
As to Don Juan, confess that it is the sublime of that there sort of writing; it may be bawdy, but is… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I live, but live to die: and, living, see nothing to make death hateful, save an innate clinging, a loathsome and yet… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
What exile from himself can flee? To zones, though more and more remote, Still, still pursues, where'er I be, The blight of… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Always laugh when you can; it is cheap medicine. Merriment is a philosophy not well understood. It is the sunny side of… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, the first to welcome, the foremost to defend.” — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Your thief looks Exactly like the rest, or rather better; 'Tis only at the bar, and in the dungeon, That wise men know your… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“We of the craft are all crazy. Some are affected by gaiety, others by melancholy, but all are more or less touched.” — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Here's a sigh to those who love me,And a smile to those who hate;And, whatever sky's above me,Here's a heart for every fate. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
For most men (till by losing rendered sager), Will back their own opinions by a wager — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
