“And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on.”
― Lord Byron
“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”
― Lord Byron
“In secret we met
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.”
― Lord Byron
“Always laugh when you can, it is cheap medicine.”
― Lord Byron
“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…”
― Lord Byron
“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”
― Lord Byron
“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,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.”
― Lord Byron
“There are four questions of value in life… 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 same. Only love.”
― Lord Byron
“Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.”
― Lord Byron
“The great object of life is sensation- to feel that we exist, even though in pain.”
― Lord Byron
“All who joy would win
Must share it — Happiness was born a twin.”
―Lord Byron
“If I do not write to empty my mind, I go mad.”
―Lord Byron
“But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.”
― Lord Byron
“Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.”
― Lord Byron
“The heart will break, but broken live on. ”
― Lord Byron
“Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life. ”
― Lord Byron
“There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.”
― Lord Byron
“Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt
In solitude, where we are least alone.”
― Lord Byron
“You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?”
― Lord Byron
“Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.”
― Lord Byron
“I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.”
― Lord Byron
“A drop of ink may make a million think.”
―Lord Byron
“The thorns which I have reap’d are of the tree
I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed.
I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.”
― Lord Byron
“Tis strange – but true; for Truth is always strange,
Stranger than Fiction”
― Lord Byron
“Friendship is love without wings.”
― Lord 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 Byron
“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
“Adversity is the first path to truth.”
― Lord Byron
“They never fail who die in a great cause.”
― Lord Byron
“I love not man the less, but nature more”
― Lord Byron
“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!”
― Lord Byron
“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.”
― Lord Byron
“A woman being never at a loss… the devil always sticks by them.”
― Lord Byron
“I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.”
― Lord Byron
“Letter writing is the only device combining solitude with good company.”
― Lord Byron
“What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?”
― Lord Byron
“Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire – in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?”
― Lord Byron
“I had a dream, which was not at all a dream.”
― Lord Byron
“If I could always read I should never feel the want of company.”
―Lord Byron
“For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.”
― George Gordon Byron
“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!”
― Lord Byron
“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.”
― Lord Byron
“A woman being never at a loss… the devil always sticks by them.”
― Lord Byron
“I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.”
― Lord Byron
“Letter writing is the only device combining solitude with good company.”
― Lord Byron
“What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?”
― Lord Byron
“She was like me in lineaments– her eyes
Her hair, her features, all, to the very tone
Even of her voice, they said were like to mine;
But soften’d all, and temper’d into beauty;
She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings,
The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind
To comprehend the universe: nor these
Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine,
Pity, and smiles, and tears– which I had not;
And tenderness– but that I had for her;
Humility– and that I never had.
Her faults were mine– her virtues were her own–
I loved her, and destroy’d her!”
― Lord Byron
“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:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all
A heart whose love is innocent!”
― Lord Byron
“I am ashes where once I was fire…”
― Lord Byron
“When We Two Parted
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow—
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o’er me—
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
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.”
― Lord Byron
“Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire – in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?”
― Lord Byron
“I had a dream, which was not at all a dream.”
― Lord Byron
“If I could always read I should never feel the want of company.”
― Lord Byron
“For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.”
― Lord Byron