Top 500 Lord Byron Quotes (2024 Update)
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151. “The mind can make substance, and people planets of its own with beings brighter than have been, and give a breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.”

— Lord Byron

152. “This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all.”

— Lord Byron

153. “Absence – that common cure of love.”

— Lord Byron

154. “Let no man grumble when his friends fall off, As they will do like leaves at the first breeze; When your affairs come round, one way or t’other, Go to the coffee house, and take another.”

— Lord Byron

155. “Happiness was born a twin.”

— Lord Byron

156. “Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of the world all things are weighed by the false scale of custom.”

— Lord Byron

157. “The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space.”

— Lord Byron

158. “All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most.”

— Lord Byron

159. “Yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native land-Good Night!”

— Lord Byron

160. “Dreading that climax of all human ills the inflammation of his weekly bills.”

— Lord Byron

161. “There’s not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.”

— Lord Byron

162. “Life’s enchanted cup sparkles near the brim.”

— Lord Byron

163. “I feel my immortality over sweep all pains, all tears, all time, all fears, – and peal, like the eternal thunders of the deep, into my ears, this truth, – thou livest forever!”

— Lord Byron

164. “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.”

— Lord Byron

165. “I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.”

— Lord Byron

166. “Nothing so difficult as a beginning In poesy, unless perhaps the end.”

— Lord Byron

167. “My slumbers – if I slumber – are not sleep, But a continuance of enduring thought, Which then I can resist not: in my heart There is a vigil, and these eyes but close To look within; and yet I live, and bear The aspect and the form of breathing men.”

— Lord Byron

168. “I suppose we shall soon travel by air-vessels; make air instead of sea voyages; and at length find our way to the moon, in spite of the want of atmosphere.”

— Lord Byron

169. “O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, which makes bank credit like a bark of vapour.”

— Lord Byron

170. “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.”

— Lord Byron

171. “Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell Then shriek’d the timid, and stood still the brave, Then some leap’d overboard with fearful yell, As eager to anticipate their grave.”

— Lord Byron

172. “Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.”

— Lord Byron

173. “But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.”

— Lord Byron

174. “The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.”

— Lord Byron

175. “They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.”

— Lord Byron

176. “If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.”

— Lord Byron

177. “He who is only just is cruel. Who on earth could live were all judged justly?”

— Lord Byron

178. “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.”

— Lord Byron

179. “So sweet the blush of bashfulness, E’en pity scarce can wish it less!”

— Lord Byron

180. “The reason that adulation is not displeasing is that, though untrue, it shows one to be of consequence enough, in one way or other, to induce people to lie.”

— Lord Byron

181. “Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water! Ye happy mixture of more happy days!”

— Lord Byron

182. “In commitment, we dash the hopes of a thousand potential selves.”

— Lord Byron

183. “What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?”

— Lord Byron

184. “Lord of himself; that heritage of woe!”

— Lord Byron

185. “A material resurrection seems strange and even absurd except for purposes of punishment, and all punishment which is to revenge rather than correct must be morally wrong, and when the World is at an end, what moral or warning purpose can eternal tortures answer?”

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

187. “This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.”

— Lord Byron

188. “And hold up to the sun my little taper.”

— Lord Byron

189. “I am always most religious upon a sunshiny day...”

— Lord Byron

190. “That music in itself, whose sounds are song, The poetry of speech.”

— Lord Byron

191. “There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o’er the humblest grave.”

— Lord Byron

192. “Tyranny is for the worst of treasons.”

— Lord Byron

193. “And angling too, that solitary vice, What Izaak Walton sings or says: The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet Should have a hook, and a small trout to pull it.”

— Lord Byron

194. “Such is your cold coquette, who can’t say “No,” And won’t say “Yes,” and keeps you on and off-ing On a lee-shore, till it begins to blow, Then sees your heart wreck’d, with an inward scoffing.”

— Lord Byron

195. “O Fame! if I ever took delight in thy praises, Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover The thought that I was not unworthy to love her.”

— Lord Byron

196. “If I don’t write to empty my mind, I go mad. As to that regular, uninterrupted love of writing. I do not understand it. I feel it as a torture, which I must get rid of, but never as a pleasure. On the contrary, I think composition a great pain.”

— Lord Byron

197. “Come, lay thy head upon my breast and I’ll kiss thee unto rest.”

— Lord Byron

198. “Glory, like the phoenix ’midst her fires, Exhales her odours, blazes, and expires.”

— Lord Byron

199. “The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.”

— Lord Byron

200. “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.”

— Lord Byron