Top 500 Lord Byron Quotes (2024 Update)
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251. “What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.”

— Lord Byron

252. “I am as comfortless as a pilgrim with peas in his shoes – and as cold as Charity, Chastity or any other Virtue.”

— Lord Byron

253. “A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.”

— Lord Byron

254. “Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.”

— Lord Byron

255. “Who knows whether, when a comet shall approach this globe to destroy it, as it often has been and will be destroyed, men will not tear rocks from their foundations by means of steam, and hurl mountains, as the giants are said to have done, against the flaming mass? – and then we shall have traditions of Titans again, and of wars with Heaven...”

— Lord Byron

256. “No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.”

— Lord Byron

257. “I was accused of every monstrous vice by public rumour and private rancour; my name, which had been a knightly or noble one, was tainted. I felt that, if what was whispered, and muttered, and murmured, was true, I was unfit for England; if false, England was unfit for me.”

— Lord Byron

258. “Mark! Where his carnage and his conquests cease, He makes a solitude and calls it-peace!”

— Lord Byron

259. “Think’st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs.”

— Lord Byron

260. “Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.”

— Lord Byron

261. “Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other’s weal avail’d on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.”

— Lord Byron

262. “Oh! too convincing – dangerously dear – In woman’s eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue – at once her spear and shield.”

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

264. “Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone – glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory’s goal, They won, and pass’d away – Is this the whole?”

— Lord Byron

265. “I’ve seen your stormy seas and stormy women, And pity lovers rather more than seamen.”

— Lord Byron

266. “By day or night, in weal or woe, That heart, no longer free, Must bear the love it cannot show, And silent ache for thee.”

— Lord Byron

267. “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.”

— Lord Byron

268. “Tyranny Is far the worst of treasons. Dost thou deem None rebels except subjects? The prince who Neglects or violates his trust is more A brigand than the robber-chief.”

— Lord Byron

269. “Tis the perception of the beautiful, A fine extension of the faculties, Platonic, universal, wonderful, Drawn from the stars, and filtered through the skies, Without which life would be extremely dull.”

— Lord Byron

270. “Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou? Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead? Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low Some less majestic, less beloved head?”

— Lord Byron

271. “I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff- box from an emperor.”

— Lord Byron

272. “Father of Light! great God of Heaven! Hear’st thou the accents of despair? Can guilt like man’s be e’er forgiven? Can vice atone for crimes by prayer.”

— Lord Byron

273. “Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.”

— Lord Byron

274. “The image of Eternity – the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.”

— Lord Byron

275. “There is, in fact, no law or government at all; and it is wonderful how well things go on without them.”

— Lord Byron

276. “Pure friendship’s well-feigned blush.”

— Lord Byron

277. “Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.”

— Lord Byron

278. “He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress – or a nunnery.”

— Lord Byron

279. “But there are wanderers o’er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor’d ne’er shall be.”

— Lord Byron

280. “I have not loved the world, nor the world me.”

— Lord Byron

281. “Yet smelt roast meat, beheld a huge fire shine, And cooks in motion with their clean arms bared.”

— Lord Byron

282. “There is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast that trusted to his truth.”

— Lord Byron

283. “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.”

— Lord Byron

284. “What should I have known or written had I been a quiet, mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence.”

— Lord Byron

285. “I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.”

— Lord Byron

286. “I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.”

— Lord Byron

287. “My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.”

— Lord Byron

288. “The Niobe of nations! there she stands.”

— Lord Byron

289. “The art of angling, the cruelest, the coldest and the stupidest of pretended sports.”

— Lord Byron

290. “The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.”

— Lord Byron

291. “Who then will explain the explanation?”

— Lord Byron

292. “Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!”

— Lord Byron

293. “Bologna is celebrated for producing popes, painters, and sausage.”

— Lord Byron

294. “Still from the fount of joy’s delicious springs Some bitter o’er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.”

— Lord Byron

295. “Damn description, it is always disgusting.”

— Lord Byron

296. “The reading or non-reading a book will never keep down a single petticoat.”

— Lord Byron

297. “My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.”

— Lord Byron

298. “Now what I love in women is, they won’t Or can’t do otherwise than lie, but do it. So well, the very truth seems falsehood to it.”

— Lord Byron

299. “Grief should be the instructor of the wise; Sorrow is Knowledge.”

— Lord Byron

300. “Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not.”

— Lord Byron