George Gordon Byron: Quotes about love

“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”

“I was not form'd
To prize a love like thine, a mind like thine,
Nor dote even on thy beauty — as I've doted
On lesser charms, for no cause save that such
Devotion was a duty, and I hated
All that look'd like a chain for me or others”

“You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?”

“Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.”

“I love not man the less, but nature more”

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

“The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the music breathing from her face, 19
The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,—
And oh, that eye was in itself a soul!”

“Absence - that common cure of love.”

“In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.”

“Hate is by far the greatest pleasure; men love in haste, but detest in leisure.”

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

“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.”

“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!”

“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! 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 mother Earth!
And thou fresh breaking Day, and you, ye Mountains,
Why are ye beautiful? I cannot love ye.
And thou, the bright eye of the universe,
That openest over all, and unto all
Art a delight—thou shin'st not on my heart.”

“The love where Death has set his seal,
Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,
Nor falsehood disavow.”

“The cold in clime are cold in blood,
Their love can scarce deserve the name.”

“I loved my country, and I hated him.”