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Lord Byron Quotes - Page 10

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I love not man the less, but Nature more.

I love not man the less, but Nature more.

Nature, Men, Earth Day

'Childe Harold's Pilgrimage' (1812-18) canto 4, st. 178

He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!

Military, Solitude, Carnage

George Gordon Byron, “The Bride Of Abydos”

This place is the Devil, or at least his principal residence, they call it the University, but any other appellation would have suited it much better, for study is the last pursuit of the society; the Master eats, drinks, and sleeps, the Fellows drink, dispute and pun, the employments of the undergraduates you will probably conjecture without my description.

Sleep, College, Devil

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.2475, Delphi Classics

For the night Shows stars and women in a better light.

Stars, Night, Light

LORD BYRON (1875). “DON JUAN”, p.66

Sweet is revenge-especially to women.

Sweet, Revenge

'Don Juan' (1819-24) canto 1, st. 124.

I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

Morning, Fame, Found

Quoted in Thomas Moore, Letters and Journals of Lord Byron (1830). Byron wrote this in his Memoranda after the first two cantos of his poem Childe Harold's Pilgrimage were published in 1812 and became sensationally popular.

Have not all past human beings parted, And must not all the present, one day part?

Past, One Day, Humans

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.1375, Delphi Classics

I have not loved the world, nor the world me.

Love, World

'Childe Harold's Pilgrimage' (1812-18) canto 3, st. 113

I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.

Mutual, Detest

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

Kissing, Blue, Wind

Lord Byron (2015). “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage”, p.47, Sheba Blake Publishing

Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.

Love, Goodbye, Farewell

Lord Byron (2013). “Selected Poems of Lord Byron”, p.38, Lulu Press, Inc

For through the South the custom still commands The gentleman to kiss the lady's hands.

Kissing, Hands, Gentleman

LORD BYRON (1875). “DON JUAN”, p.136

Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole?

Dream, Men, Race

Lord Byron, Lord George Gordon Byron (2013). “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage”, p.45, Cambridge University Press

I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.

Love, Funny, Money

In commitment, we dash the hopes of a thousand potential selves.

Perseverance, Commitment, Self

I was accused of every monstrous vice by public rumour and private rancour; my name, which had been a knightly or noble one, was tainted. I felt that, if what was whispered, and muttered, and murmured, was true, I was unfit for England; if false, England was unfit for me.

Names, Vices, Noble

Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire, A million scarce would quench desire; Still would I steep my lips in bliss, And dwell an age on every kiss; Nor then my soul should sated be, Still would I kiss and cling to thee: Nought should my kiss from thine dissever, Still would we kiss and kiss for ever; E'en though the numbers did exceed The yellow harvest's countless seed; To part would be a vain endeavour: Could I desist? -ah! never-never.

Eye, Kissing, Yellow

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.38, Delphi Classics

There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?

Life, Passion, Earthquakes

Lord Byron, Donald A. Low (2013). “Byron: Selected Poetry and Prose”, p.338, Routledge

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.

Math, Two, Giving

If a man proves too clearly and convincingly to himself...that a tiger is an optical illusion--well, he will find out he is wrong. The tiger will himself intervene in the discussion, in a manner which will be in every sense conclusive.

Men, Imagination, Optical Illusions

History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page.

Art, Philosophy, History

Lord Byron, Lord George Gordon Byron (2013). “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage”, p.164, Cambridge University Press

Like other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogether, then inarticulate, and then drunk. When we had reached the last step of this glorious ladder, it was difficult to get down again without stumbling.

Party, Drunk, Firsts

"'Tis a strange serpent - 10 of the most entertaining drinking bouts in literature" by Mark Forsyth, www.theguardian.com. December 1, 2017.

Books, Manuals, Directives, Regulations. The geometries that circumscribe your working life draw norrower and norrower until nothing fits inside them anymore.

Book, Regulation, Fit

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

Whispering, Littles, Consent

Don Juan canto 1, st. 117 (written 1818)

Curiosity kills itself; and love is only curiosity, as is proved by its end.

Love, Curiosity, Ends

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Born: January 22, 1788 - April 19, 1824
Occupation: Baron Byron

Quotes: 589

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