Lord Byron Love Quotes & Sayings

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship. — Lord Byron

You should have a softer pillow than my heart. — Lord Byron

Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one. — Lord Byron

He would gain cheerfulness, and she would learn to be an enthusiast for Scott and Lord Byron; nay, that was probably learnt already; of course they had fallen in love over poetry. — Jane Austen

Yet I did love thee to the last, As ferverently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now. — Lord Byron

Constancy ... that small change of love, which people exact so rigidly, receive in such counterfeit coin, and repay in baser metal. — Lord Byron

There is no passion, more spectral or fantastical than hate, not even its opposite, love, so peoples air, with phantoms, as this madness of the heart. — Lord Byron

So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry. — Lord Byron

I'd love to own Newstead, partly because it belonged to Lord Byron, but also to try to uncover what dark secrets really lie beneath. — Karen Maitland

They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money. — Lord Byron

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

I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library. — Lord Byron

My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone! — Lord Byron

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. — Lord Byron

I learned to love despair. — Lord Byron

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. — Lord Byron

I love the language, it sounds as if it should be writ on satin with syllables which breathe of the sweet South — Lord Byron

The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few! — Lord Byron

I am no Platonist, I am nothing at all; but I would sooner be a Paulician, Manichean, Spinozist, Gentile, Pyrrhonian, Zoroastrian, than one of the seventy-two villainous sects who are tearing each other to pieces for the love of the Lord and hatred of each other. — Lord Byron

There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell. But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell! — Lord Byron

Remember thee! remember thee!
Till Lethe quench life's burning stream
Remorse and shame shall cling to thee,
And haunt thee like a feverish dream!
Remember thee! Aye, doubt it not.
Thy husband too shall think of thee:
By neither shalt thou be forgot,
Thou false to him, thou fiend to me! — George Gordon Byron

Eat, drink and love ... the rest is not worth a nickel — Lord Byron

But as to women, who can penetrate the real sufferings of their she condition? Man's very sympathy with their estate has much of selfishness and more suspicion. Their love, their virtue, beauty, education, but form good housekeepers, to breed a nation. — Lord Byron

Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime! — Lord Byron

Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart
The heart which love of thee alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd
To fetters and damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom. — Lord Byron

There is something to me very softening in the presence of a woman, some strange influence, even if one is not in love with them, which I cannot at all account for, having no very high opinion of the sex. But yet, I always feel in better humor with myself and every thing else, if there is a woman within ken. — Lord Byron

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. — Lord Byron

Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them. — Lord Byron

And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music ... Speak to me! — Lord Byron

It is true from early habit, one must make love mechanically as one swims; I was once very fond of both, but now as I never swim unless I tumble into the water, I don't make love till almost obliged. — Lord Byron

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past -
For years fleet away with the wings of the dove -
The dearest remembrance will still be the last,
Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love. — Lord Byron

Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen. — Lord Byron

From the poetry of Lord Byron they drew a system of ethics compounded of misanthropy and voluptuousness,-a system in which the two great commandments were to hate your neighbour and to love your neighbour's wife. — Thomas B. Macaulay

I only know we loved in vain; I only feel-farewell! farewell! — Lord Byron

Who loves, raves. — Lord Byron

Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it. — Lord Byron

They say that Hope is happiness But genuine Love must prize the past; And Mem'ry wakes the thoughts that bless: They rose first
they set the last. And all that mem'ry loves the most Was once our only hope to be: And all that hope adored and lost Hath melted into memory. Alas! It is delusion all
The future cheats us from afar: Nor can we be what we recall, Nor dare we think on what we are. — Lord Byron

A sort of hostile transaction, very necessary to keep the world going, but by no means a sinecure to the parties concerned. — Lord Byron

Marriage, from love, like vinegar from wine
A sad, sour sober beverage
by time Is sharpened from its high celestial flavor Down to a very homely household savor. — Lord Byron

Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well. — Lord Byron

For a man to become a poet (witness Petrarch and Dante), he must be in love, or miserable. — Lord Byron

I have always laid it down as a maxim -and found it justified by experience -that a man and a woman make far better friendships than can exist between two of the same sex -but then with the condition that they never have made or are to make love to each other. — Lord Byron

Grief is fantastical, and loves the dead, And the apparel of the grave. — Lord Byron

O Fame! if I ever took delight in thy praises, Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover The thought that I was not unworthy to love her. — Lord Byron

Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger. — Lord Byron

Well, well, the world must turn upon its axis, And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails, And live and die, make love and pay our taxes, And as the veering winds shift, shift our sails. — Lord Byron

England is seen at its worst when it has to deal with men like Wilde. In Germany Wilde and Byron are appreciated as authors: in England they still go pecking about their love-affairs. Anyone who calls a book 'immoral' or 'moral' should be caned. A book by itself can be neither. It is only a question of the morality or immorality of the reader. But the English approach all questions of vice with such a curious mixture of curiosity and fear that it's impossible to deal with them. — Charles Hamilton Sorley

Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms. — Lord Byron