Poet · British · 1788 – 1824 · 103 quotes
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
Lord Byron
Poet · British · 1788 – 1824
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.
Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
The heart will break, but broken live on.
They never fail who die in a great cause.
I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.
Lovers may be - and indeed generally are - enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.
The 'good old times' - all times when old are good.
For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.
I should be very willing to redress men wrongs, and rather check than punish crimes, had not Cervantes, in that all too true tale of Quixote, shown how all such efforts fail.
Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave?
Friendship is Love without his wings!
As long as I retain my feeling and my passion for Nature, I can partly soften or subdue my other passions and resist or endure those of others.
There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.
Adversity is the first path to truth.
Absence - that common cure of love.
Prolonged endurance tames the bold.
Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.
The busy have no time for tears.
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.
In solitude, where we are least alone.
Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.
The dew of compassion is a tear.
Fame is the thirst of youth.
Who loves, raves.
One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine. I only know if once mine gets out, I'll have a bit of a tussle before I let it get in again to that of any other.
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?
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.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
