Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it. — 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
A sort of hostile transaction, very necessary to keep the world going, but by no means a sinecure to the parties concerned. — 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
'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
I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at… — 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
The best way will be to avoid each other without appearing to do so -- or if we jostle, at any rate… — 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
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
It is true from early habit, one must make love mechanically as one swims; I was once very fond of both, but… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few! — 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
