Quotes by Lord Byron
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
The heart will break, but broken live on.
Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.
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.
I am always most religious upon a sunshiny day.
I have had, and may have still, a thousand friends, as they are called, in life, who are like one's partners in the waltz of this world -not much remembered when the ball is over.
It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.
This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.
No ear can hear nor tongue can tell the tortures of the inward hell!
Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.
The busy have no time for tears.
Opinions are made to be changed -or how is truth to be got at?
A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
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 roarI love not Man the less, but Nature more.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.
