1,065 Quotes by Lord Byron

Romances paint at full length people’s wooing. But only give a bust of marriages.

My slumbers – if I slumber – are not sleep, But a continuance of enduring thought, Which then I can resist not: in my heart There is a vigil, and these eyes but close To look within; and yet I live, and bear The aspect and the form of breathing men.

By day or night, in weal or woe, That heart, no longer free, Must bear the love it cannot show, And silent ache for thee.

But there are wanderers o’er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor’d ne’er shall be.

The image of Eternity – the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.

War, war is still the cry,-“war even to the knife!”

It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flatter; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of friendship.

With thee all tales are sweet; each clime has charms; earth – sea alike – our world within our arms.

Tis pleasing to be school’d in a strange tongue By female lips and eyes – that is, I mean, When both the teacher and the taught are young, As was the case, at least, where I have been; They smile so when one’s right; and when one’s wrong They smile still more.