All tragedies are finished by a death, All comedies are ended by a marriage. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Talk six times with the same single lady and you may get the wedding dress ready — 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
Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Wives in their husbands' absences grow subtler, And daughters sometimes run off with the butler. — 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
But I had not quite fixed whether to make him [Don Juan] end in Hell-or in an unhappy marriage,-not knowing which would… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The fact is that my wife if she had common sense would have more power over me than any other whatsoever, for… — 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
“Wedded she some years, and to a man Of fifty, and such husbands are in plenty; And yet, I think, instead of… — 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
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
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