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Lord Byron quotes - page 8
Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.
Lord Byron
Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
Lord Byron
I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.
Lord Byron
A drop of ink may make a million think.
Lord Byron
The fatal facility of the octosyllabic verse.
Lord Byron
And they were canopied by the blue sky, So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful That God alone was to be seen in heaven.
Lord Byron
A woman being never at a loss... the devil always sticks by them.
Lord Byron
I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me: and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum of human cities torture.
Lord Byron
Letter writing is the only device combining solitude with good company.
Lord Byron
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.
Lord Byron
Are not the mountains, waves, and skies as much a part of me, as I of them?
Lord Byron
There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears; The earth is but the music of the spheres.
Lord Byron
Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.
Lord Byron
My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.
Lord Byron
If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee - With silence and tears.
Lord Byron
Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.
Lord Byron
History, with all her volumes vast, hath but one page.
Lord Byron
This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.
Lord Byron
To be perfectly original one should think much and read little, and this is impossible, for one must have read before one has learnt to think.
Lord Byron
Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.
Lord Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.
Lord Byron
I doubt sometimes whether a quiet and unagitated life would have suited me - yet I sometimes long for it.
Lord Byron
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