Top 500 Lord Byron Quotes (2024 Update)
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151. “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.”

— Lord Byron

152. “I see before me the gladiator lie.”

— Lord Byron

153. “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

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. “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

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

— Lord Byron

157. “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

158. “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

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

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

161. “For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.”

— Lord Byron

162. “Happiness was born a twin.”

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

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

— 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 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

169. “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

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

— Lord Byron

171. “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

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

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

175. “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

176. “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

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

— Lord Byron

178. “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

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

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

181. “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

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

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

184. “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

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

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

188. “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

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

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

197. “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

198. “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

199. “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

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

— Lord Byron