Curiosity kills itself; and love is only curiosity, as is proved by its end. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Romances paint at full length people's wooing. But only give a bust of marriages. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Of all tales 'tis the saddest--and more sad, Because it makes us smile. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“Even innocence itself has many a wile, And will not dare to trust itself with truth, And love is taught hypocrisy from… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Romances paint at full length people's wooings, but only give a bust of marriages: but no one cares for matrimonial cooings — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Marriage, from love, like vinegar from wine-- A sad, sour sober beverage--by time Is sharpened from its high celestial flavor Down to… — 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
Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by Allah given to lift from… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I have always laid it down as a maxim -and found it justified by experience -that a man and a woman make… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
'Tis melancholy, and a fearful sign Of human frailty, folly, also crime, That love and marriage rarely can combine, Although they both… — 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
No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; But older, firmer hearts than ours, Have found… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
But as to women, who can penetrate the real sufferings of their she condition? Man's very sympathy with their estate has much… — 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
There is something to me very softening in the presence of a woman, some strange influence, even if one is not in… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“The kiss, dear maid ! thy lip has left Shall never part from mine, Till happier hours restore the gift Untainted back… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her. Never underestimate the power of… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“My Dearest Theresa, I have read this book in your garden, my love, you were absent, or else I could not have… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“Tis long since I beheld that eye Which gave me bliss or misery; And I have striven, but in vain, Never to… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“When people say, 'I've told you fifty times,' They mean to scold, and very often do; When poets say, 'I've… — 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
