All Lord Byron Quotes
- So much alarmed that she is quite alarming Alarmed
- I doubt sometimes whether a quiet and unagitated life would have suited me - yet I sometimes long for it. Doubt
- There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears;… All
- A drop of ink may make a million think. Drop
- The great object of life is Sensation - to feel that we exist - even though in pain - it is this "craving void" which… Accomplishment
- A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering “I will ne'er consent”—consented. Consent
- This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality. Beyond
- The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains--beautiful! I linger yet with nature, for the night Hath been to me… Another World
- The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still the master's own, Who labours,… All
- I came to realize clearly that the mind is no other than the Mountain and the Rivers and the great wide Earth, the Sun and… Came
- That prose is a verse, and verse is a prose; convincing all, by demonstrating plain – poetic souls delight in prose insane All
- I cannot conceive why people will always mix up my own character and opinions with those of the imaginary beings which, as a poet, I… Always Mix
- The English winter - ending in July to recommence in August August
- But 'why then publish?' There are no rewards Of fame or profit when the world grows weary. I ask in turn why do you play… Ask
- Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it. Dislike
- The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole — And,… Breathing
- A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound. Apt
- Despair and Genius are too oft connected Connected
- What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it. Bleed
- All human history attests That happiness for man, - the hungry sinner! - Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner. ~Lord Byron, Don Juan,… All
- My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes. Head
- Let us have wine and woman, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda water the day after. Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; The best of… Ache
- The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space. Bright
- Happiness was born a twin. Born
- I am so changeable, being everything by turns and nothing long - such a strange melange of good and evil. Changeable