1,065 Quotes by Lord Byron

I should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear me – I have been more ravished myself than anybody since the Trojan war.

So the struck eagle, stretch’d upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View’d his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing’d the shaft that quiver’d in his heart.

I love the language, it sounds as if it should be writ on satin with syllables which breathe of the sweet South.

As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep’s serene.

Where are the forms the sculptor’s soul hath seized? In him alone, Can nature show as fair?

But every fool describes, in these bright days, His wondrous journey to some foreign court, And spawns his quarto, and demands your praise, – Death to his publisher, to him ’tis sport.

Think’st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs.

There is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast that trusted to his truth.

A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn’t know.