George Gordon Byron Quotes

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“Are not the mountains, waves, and skies as much a part of me, as I of them?”

“Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.”

“Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.”

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

“There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's music in all things, if men had ears;
The earth is but the music of the spheres.”

“Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.”

“The poor dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend.”

“If I should meet thee
After long years
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.”

“Fare thee well, and if for ever
Still for ever fare thee well.”

“I'll publish right or wrong:
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.”

“For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast.”

“In solitude, where we are least alone.”

“On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd;
No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet
To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet.”

“History, with all her volumes vast, hath but one page”

“This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.”

“I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.”

“And those who saw, it did surprise,
Such drops could fall from human eyes.”

“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.”

“Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.”

“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.”

“I doubt sometimes whether a quiet and unagitated life would have suited me - yet I sometimes long for it.”

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

“This is the age of oddities let loose.”

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

“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.”

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

“Society is now one polish'd horde, Form'd of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored.”

“I do not believe in any religion, I will have nothing to do with immortality. We are miserable enough in this life without speculating upon another.”

“Despair and Genius are too oft connected”

“Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a roving
By the light of the moon.”

“He left a corsair's name to other times,
Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.”

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

“Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime?
Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle,
Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime!”

“With just enough of learning to misquote.”

“What's drinking?
A mere pause from thinking!”

“Patience! Hence—that word was made
For brutes of burthen, not for birds of prey;
Preach it to mortals of a dust like thine,—
I am not of thine order.”

“Knowledge is not happiness, and science
But an exchange of ignorance for that
Which is another kind of ignorance.”

“Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes,
Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.”

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

“Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires,
And decorate the verse herself inspires:
This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest,—
Though Nature's sternest painter, yet the best.”

“And thou wert lovely to the last,
Extinguish'd, not decay'd;
As stars that shoot along the sky
Shine brightest as they fall from high.”

“Oh, Amos Cottle! Phœbus! what a name!”

“The stars are forth, the moon above the tops
Of the snow-shining mountains. Beautiful!
I linger yet with Nature, 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 learn'd the language of another world.”

“Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story;
The days of our youth are the days of our glory;
And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty
Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.”

“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.”

“Oh! if thou hast at length
Discover'd that my love is worth esteem,
I ask no more—but let us hence together,
And I — let me say we — shall yet be happy.
Assyria is not all the earth—we'll find
A world out of our own — and be more bless'd
Than I have ever been, or thou, with all
An empire to indulge thee.”

“My boat is on the shore,
And my bark is on the sea;
But, before I go, Tom Moore.
Here's a double health to thee!”

“Who track the steps of glory to the grave.”

“Whate'er
I may have been, or am, doth rest between
Heaven and myself; I shall not choose a mortal
To be my mediator.”