Top 500 Lord Byron Quotes (2024 Update)
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351. “I know that two and two make four – and should be glad to prove it too if I could – though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 and 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure.”

— Lord Byron

352. “The music, and the banquet, and the wine – The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments – The white arms and the raven hair – the braids, And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace, An India in itself, yet dazzling not.”

— Lord Byron

353. “Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.”

— Lord Byron

354. “It is true from early habit, one must make love mechanically as one swims; I was once very fond of both, but now as I never swim unless I tumble into the water, I don’t make love till almost obliged.”

— Lord Byron

355. “Eternity forbids thee to forget.”

— Lord Byron

356. “Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.”

— Lord Byron

357. “Talent may be in time forgiven, but genius never.”

— Lord Byron

358. “He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o’er him wept.”

— Lord Byron

359. “To be perfectly original one should think much and read little, and this is impossible, for one must have read before one has learnt to think.”

— Lord Byron

360. “Think not I am what I appear.”

— Lord Byron

361. “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.”

— Lord Byron

362. “Sleep hath its own world, and the wide realm of wild reality.”

— Lord Byron

363. “I die but first I have possessed, And come what may, I have been blessed.”

— Lord Byron

364. “Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave?”

— Lord Byron

365. “Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till-’t is gone, and all is gray.”

— Lord Byron

366. “I think the worst woman that ever existed would have made a man of very passable reputation – they are all better than us and their faults such as they are must originate with ourselves.”

— Lord Byron

367. “The heart ran o’er With silent worship of the great of old! – The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.”

— Lord Byron

368. “Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.”

— Lord Byron

369. “Retirement accords with the tone of my mind; I will not descend to a world I despise.”

— Lord Byron

370. “The law of heaven and earth is life for life.”

— Lord Byron

371. “I am no Platonist, I am nothing at all; but I would sooner be a Paulician, Manichean, Spinozist, Gentile, Pyrrhonian, Zoroastrian, than one of the seventy-two villainous sects who are tearing each other to pieces for the love of the Lord and hatred of each other.”

— Lord Byron

372. “Exhausting thought, And hiving wisdom with each studious year.”

— Lord Byron

373. “The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn’d, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!”

— Lord Byron

374. “Love rules the camp, the court, the grove – for love is Heaven, and Heaven is love.”

— Lord Byron

375. “No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; But older, firmer hearts than ours, Have found monotony in loving.”

— Lord Byron

376. “By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see For one who hath no friend, no brother there.”

— Lord Byron

377. “Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.”

— Lord Byron

378. “Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about my ears, and what language I have been obliged to treat them with to deal with them in their own way; – all this comes of Authorship.”

— Lord Byron

379. “I only know we loved in vain; I only feel-farewell! farewell!”

— Lord Byron

380. “A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.”

— Lord Byron

381. “I can never get people to understand that poetry is the expression of excited passion.”

— Lord Byron

382. “I have always believed that all things depended upon Fortune, and nothing upon ourselves.”

— Lord Byron

383. “I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour’s gone by When Albion’s lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.”

— Lord Byron

384. “None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess’d A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.”

— Lord Byron

385. “Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.”

— Lord Byron

386. “Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.”

— Lord Byron

387. “Such hath it been – shall be – beneath the sun The many still must labour for the one.”

— Lord Byron

388. “I have had, and may have still, a thousand friends, as they are called, in life, who are like one’s partners in the waltz of this world -not much remembered when the ball is over.”

— Lord Byron

389. “That low vice, curiosity!”

— Lord Byron

390. “Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce.”

— Lord Byron

391. “Sigh to the stars, as wolves howl to the moon...”

— Lord Byron

392. “Like other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogether, then inarticulate, and then drunk. When we had reached the last step of this glorious ladder, it was difficult to get down again without stumbling.”

— Lord Byron

393. “I have always laid it down as a maxim -and found it justified by experience -that a man and a woman make far better friendships than can exist between two of the same sex -but then with the condition that they never have made or are to make love to each other.”

— Lord Byron

394. “Opinions are made to be changed or how is truth to be got at?”

— Lord Byron

395. “Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.”

— Lord Byron

396. “Rough Johnson, the great moralist.”

— Lord Byron

397. “Yet still there whispers the small voice within, Heard through Gain’s silence, and o’er Glory’s din; Whatever creed be taught or land be trod, Man’s conscience is the oracle of God.”

— Lord Byron

398. “For Earth is but a tombstone.”

— Lord Byron

399. “One hates an author that’s all author.”

— Lord Byron

400. “Pythagoras, Locke, Socrates – but pages might be filled up, as vainly as before, with the sad usage of all sorts of sages, who in his life-time, each was deemed a bore! The loftiest minds outrun their tardy ages.”

— Lord Byron