“ 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
Whenever I meet with anything agreeable in this world it surprises me so much - and pleases me so much (when my… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes: Pique her and soothe in turn-soon Passion crowns thy hopes. — 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
There is no passion, more spectral or fantastical than hate, not even its opposite, love, so peoples air, with phantoms, as this… — 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
As long as I retain my feeling and my passion for Nature, I can partly soften or subdue my other passions and… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Tis pleasant purchasing our fellow-creatures; And all are to be sold, if you consider Their passions, and are dext'rous; some by features… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I have a passion for the name of "Mary," For once it was a magic sound to me, And still it half… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
You have to have a passion for your work. How can we expect people to be passionate if you, as their coach,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Passion is the element in which we live; without it, we hardly vegetate. — 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
