Quotes from Lord Byron

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet

We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.

Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.

Life is too short for chess.

The law of heaven and earth is life for life.

Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.

It is very certain that the desire of life prolongs it.

What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.

The fact is that my wife if she had common sense would have more power over me than any other whatsoever, for my heart always alights upon the nearest perch.

Books, Manuals, Directives, Regulations. The geometries that circumscribe your working life draw norrower and norrower until nothing fits inside them anymore.

He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him.

Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life, and if Virtue is not its own reward, I don't know any other stipend annexed to it.

Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.

Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

I can't but say it is an awkward sight To see one's native land receding through The growing waters; it unmans one quite, Especially when life is rather new.

In itself a thought, a slumbering thought is capable of years; and curdles a long life into one hour.

The Cardinal is at his wit's end - it is true that he had not far to go.

Wives in their husbands' absences grow subtler, And daughters sometimes run off with the butler.

Women hate everything which strips off the tinsel of sentiment, and they are right, or it would rob them of their weapons.

It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.

The lapse of ages changes all things - time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and underneath man, except man himself.

What exile from himself can flee? To zones, though more and more remote, Still, still pursues, where'er I be, The blight of life--the demon Thought.