1,065 Quotes by Lord Byron

What an antithetical mind! – tenderness, roughness – delicacy, coarseness – sentiment, sensuality – soaring and groveling, dirt and deity – all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay!

This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.

A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering “I will ne’er consent” – consented.

But ’midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world’s tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.

I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse – borne away with every breath!

Life’s enchanted cup sparkles near the brim.

The very best of vineyards is the cellar.

I am as comfortless as a pilgrim with peas in his shoes – and as cold as Charity, Chastity or any other Virtue.

So bright the tear in Beauty’s eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.