More Lord Byron quotes
Hatred is the madness of the heart.
Lord ByronLord Byron Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
Lord ByronLord Byron The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.
Lord ByronLord Byron The art of angling, the cruelest, the coldest and the stupidest of pretended sports.
Lord ByronLord Byron There is no instinct like that of the heart.
Lord ByronLord Byron Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
Lord ByronLord Byron 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 ByronLord Byron There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.
Lord ByronLord Byron Newton, (that Proverb of the Mind,) alas! Declared, with all his grand discoveries recent, That he himself felt only “like a youth Picking up shells by the great Ocean-Truth.”
Lord ByronLord Byron I have not loved the world, nor the world me.
Lord ByronLord Byron There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in 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.
Lord ByronLord Byron I awoke one day to find myself famous.
Lord ByronLord Byron O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen
Lord ByronLord Byron Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
Lord ByronLord Byron I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.
Lord ByronLord Byron 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
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