George Gordon Byron Quotes

George Gordon Byron Quotes

In secret we met -
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee? -
With silence and tears

If I do not write to empty my mind, I go mad.

My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.

I will keep no further journal of that same hesternal torch‐light ; and, to prevent me from returning, like a dog, to the vomit of memory, I tear out the remaining leaves of this volume...

But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.

The great object of life is sensation- to feel that we exist, even though in pain.

Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.

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!

For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.

Wedded she some years, and to a man
Of fifty, and such husbands are in plenty;
And yet, I think, instead of such a ONE
'Twere better to have TWO of five and twenty...

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear
That which disfigures it.

All who joy would win
Must share it - Happiness was born a twin.

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

They never fail who die in a great cause.

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.

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.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes...

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.

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.

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.

There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.

A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover - but will sooner or later find a tyrant.

The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space.

Gwynned lies two days westwards; still further south, the weregeld calls. Mayhap with All-Father Woden's favour, my deeds may yet inspire the skalds.

I awoke one morning to find myself famous.

A woman being never at a loss... the devil always sticks by them.

If I could always read I should never feel the want of company.

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!

Friendship is love without wings.

let joy be unconfined...

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

I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.

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