Top 500 Lord Byron Quotes (2024 Update)
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101. “Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.”

— Lord Byron

102. “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?”

— Lord Byron

103. “One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.”

— Lord Byron

104. “To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.”

— Lord Byron

105. “The very best of vineyards is the cellar.”

— Lord Byron

106. “This is the age of oddities let loose.”

— Lord Byron

107. “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.”

— Lord Byron

108. “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 lover, in all the others all she loves is love.”

— Lord Byron

109. “The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole – And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!”

— Lord Byron

110. “I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me: and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum of human cities torture.”

— Lord Byron

111. “I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand.”

— Lord Byron

112. “Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt, Not practise!”

— Lord Byron

113. “Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!”

— Lord Byron

114. “The thorns which I have reap’d are of the tree I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed. I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.”

— Lord Byron

115. “Despair and Genius are too oft connected.”

— Lord Byron

116. “Though the day of my Destiny ’s over, And the star of my Fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find.”

— Lord Byron

117. “In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.”

— Lord Byron

118. “Well, well, the world must turn upon its axis, And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails, And live and die, make love and pay our taxes, And as the veering winds shift, shift our sails.”

— Lord Byron

119. “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 a more familiar face Than that of man, and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness I learned the language of another world.”

— Lord Byron

120. “There’s not a sea the passenger e’er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.”

— Lord Byron

121. “A thirst for gold, The beggar’s vice, which can but overwhelm The meanest hearts.”

— Lord Byron

122. “Tis strange,-but true; for truth is always strange; Stranger than fiction: if it could be told, How much would novels gain by the exchange! How differently the world would men behold!”

— Lord Byron

123. “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; The earth is but the music of the spheres.”

— Lord Byron

124. “The keenest pangs the wretched find Are rapture to the dreary void, The leafless desert of the mind, The waste of feelings unemployed.”

— Lord Byron

125. “Tis not on youth’s smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.”

— Lord Byron

126. “I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.”

— Lord Byron

127. “But beef is rare within these oxless isles; Goat’s flesh there is, no doubt, and kid, and mutton; And, when a holiday upon them smiles, A joint upon their barbarous spits they put on.”

— Lord Byron

128. “The sky is changed,-and such a change! O night And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, Leaps the live thunder.”

— Lord Byron

129. “Sweet is revenge-especially to women.”

— Lord Byron

130. “Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains; They crown’d him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.”

— Lord Byron

131. “Man marks the earth with ruin – his control stops with the shore.”

— Lord Byron

132. “I have not loved the World, nor the World me; I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed To its idolatries a patient knee, Nor coined my cheek to smiles,-nor cried aloud In worship of an echo.”

— Lord Byron

133. “Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my minister.”

— Lord Byron

134. “Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded. That all the Apostles would have done as they did.”

— Lord Byron

135. “The English winter – ending in July to recommence in August.”

— Lord Byron

136. “The devil hath not, in all his quiver’s choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.”

— Lord Byron

137. “History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page.”

— Lord Byron

138. “Hatred is the madness of the heart.”

— Lord Byron

139. “We of the craft are all crazy. Some are affected by gaiety, others by melancholy, but all are more or less touched.”

— Lord Byron

140. “Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires The young, makes Weariness forget his toil, And Fear her danger; opens a new world When this, the present, palls.”

— Lord Byron

141. “Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.”

— Lord Byron

142. “Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime!”

— Lord Byron

143. “The devil was the first democrat.”

— Lord Byron

144. “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.”

— Lord Byron

145. “This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.”

— Lord Byron

146. “Be hypocritical, be cautious, be not what you seem but always what you see.”

— Lord Byron

147. “They never fail who die in a great cause.”

— Lord Byron

148. “Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.”

— Lord Byron

149. “To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.”

— Lord Byron

150. “History – the devil’s scripture.”

— Lord Byron