1,065 Quotes by Lord Byron

What is Death, so it be but glorious? 'Tis a sunset; And mortals may be happy to resemble The Gods but in decay.

I want a hero: an uncommon want, When every year and month sends forth a new one, Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant, The age discovers he is not the true one; Of such as these I should not care to vaunt, I'll therefore take our ancient frien

Now what I love in women is, they won't Or can't do otherwise than lie, but do it. So well, the very truth seems falsehood to it.

In solitude, when we are least alone.

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

Maidens like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair

Champagne with its foaming whirls/As white as Cleopatra's pearls.

Know ye not who would be free themselves must strike the blow? by their right arms the conquest must be wrought?

You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?