Quotes from Lord Byron

The beginning of atonement is the sense of its necessity.

Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!

'T is sweet to listen as the night-winds creep From leaf to leaf; 't is sweet to view on high The rainbow, bas'd on ocean, span the sky...

I can never get people to understand that poetry is the expression of excited passion, and that there is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?

Sweet is revenge-especially to women.

I've seen your stormy seas and stormy women, And pity lovers rather more than seamen.

In her first passion woman loves her lover In all the others all she loves is love.

Shelley is truth itself and honour itself notwithstanding his out-of-the-way notions about religion.

The angels all were singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and moon, Or curb a runaway young star or two, Or wild colt of a comet, which too soon Broke out of bounds o'er th' ethereal blue, Splitting some planet with its playful tail, As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale.

...most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!...

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone...

You have to have a passion for your work. How can we expect people to be passionate if you, as their coach, does not have a passion? Coaching has to be something that gives you passion and energy.

This is the age of oddities let loose.

Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.

Thy decay's still impregnate with divinity.

I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.

Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.

I have always believed that all things depended upon Fortune, and nothing upon ourselves.

When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter " And proved it - 'twas no matter what he said.

What makes a regiment of soldiers a more noble object of view than the same mass of mob? Their arms, their dresses, their banners, and the art and artificial symmetry of their position and movements.

He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery.

Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou? Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead? Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low Some less majestic, less beloved head?

Poetry should only occupy the idle.

Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes; But no too humbly, or she will despise Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes: Disguise even tenderness if thou art wise.