Quotes and Sayings

About Author : George Gordon Byron, was an English poet and a leading figure in Romanticism. Among Lord Byron’s best known works are the narrative poems Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage and Don Juan, although the latter remained incomplete on his death. He is regarded as one of the greatest European poets and remains widely read and influential, both in the English speaking world and beyond. Lord Byron’s fame rests not only on his writings but also on his life, which featured extravagant living, numerous love affairs, debts, separation, allegations of homosexuality and marital exploits. He was famously described by Lady Caroline Lamb as “mad, bad, and dangerous to know.”

George Gordon Byron Quotes and Sayings
To fly from need not be to hate makind All are not fit with them to stir and toil Nor is it discontent to keep the mind Deep in its fountain.

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blastAnd breathed in the face of the foe as he pass’dAnd the eyes of the sleepers wax’d deadly and chillAnd their hearts but once heaved and for ever grew still.

Adversity is the first path to truth.

I have always believed that all things depended upon Fortune and nothing upon ourselves.

They never fail who die in a great cause.

‘Tis pleasant sure to see one’s name in print. A book’s a book although there’s nothing in ‘t.

For what were all these country patriots born To hunt and vote and raise the price of corn.

My time has been passed viciously and agreeably at thirty-one so few years months days hours or minutes remain that ‘Carpe Diem’ is not enough. I have been obliged to crop even the seconds-for who can trust to tomorrow.

It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.

There is something Pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short I deny nothing but doubt everything.

Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure men love in haste but they detest at leisure.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods there is rapture in the lonely shore there is society where none intrudes by the deep sea and music in its roar I love not Man the less but Nature more.

I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five
And yet a little tumult now and then is an agreeable quickener of sensation such as a revolution a battle or an adventure of any lively description.

He who is only just is cruel. Who on earth could live were all judged justly.

Wives in their husbands’ absences grow subtler And daughters sometimes run off with the butler.

My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.

Those who will not reason are bigots those who cannot are fools and those who dare not are slaves.

I feel my immortality over sweep all pains all tears all time all fears and peal like the eternal thunders of the deep into my ears this truth thou livest forever.

Yes Love indeed is light from heaven A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared by Allah given To lift from earth our low desire.

But words are things and a small drop of ink Falling like dew upon a thought produces That which makes thousands perhaps millions think.

It was one of the deadliest and heaviest feelings of my life to feel that I was no longer a boy. From that moment I began to grow old in my own esteem and in my esteem age is not estimable.

Cervantes smiled Spain’s chivalry away A single laugh demolished the right arm Of his country.