Quotes from Lord Byron

I doubt sometimes whether a quiet and unagitated life would have suited me - yet I sometimes long for it.

Our life is two fold Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality.

Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?.

Who loves, raves.

A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.

No hand can make the clock strike for me the hours that are passed.

Tis an old lesson; time approves it true, And those who know it best, deplore it most; When all is won that all desire to woo, The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost.

I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?

Sorrow preys upon Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at moments back to this. The busy have no time for tears.

Time strips our illusions of their hue, And one by one in turn, some grand mistake Casts off its bright skin yearly like the snake.

A man must serve his time to every trade, Save censure-critics all are ready made. Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by rote With just enough learning to misquote.

'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.

There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake.

Talent may be in time forgiven, but genius never

Marriage, from love, like vinegar from wine-- A sad, sour sober beverage--by time Is sharpened from its high celestial flavor Down to a very homely household savor.

Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs.

There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.

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 aspect and her eyes.

Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.

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

Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire - in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?

Shakespeare's name, you may depend on it, stands absurdly too high and will go down.

Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.

'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.