Lord Byron Quotes

Lord Byron Biography
Type: Poet
Nationality: British
Born: January 22, 1788
Died: April 19, 1824

A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn't know.
Lord Byron

A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.
Lord Byron

A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.
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A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.
Lord Byron

A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.
Lord Byron

Absence - that common cure of love.
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Adversity is the first path to truth.
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All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
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Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
Lord Byron

America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.
Lord Byron

As long as I retain my feeling and my passion for Nature, I can partly soften or subdue my other passions and resist or endure those of others.
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Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
Lord Byron

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.
Lord Byron

But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
Lord Byron

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
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Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life - and if Virtue is not its own reward I don't know any other stipend annexed to it.
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Fame is the thirst of youth.
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Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.
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Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
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For in itself a thought, a slumbering thought, is capable of years, and curdles a long life into one hour.
Lord Byron