Lord Byron Quotations | Page 3

Nor be, what man should ever be, / The friend of Beauty in distress?

Oh! too convincing -- dangerously dear -- In woman's eye the unanswerable tear!

Oh Time! the beautifier of the dead, adorer of the ruin, comforter and only healer when the heart hath bled... Time, the avenger!

Oh! there is an organ playing in the street - a waltz too! I must leave off to listen.

Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom, / On thee shall press no ponderous tomb.

All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most.

This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all.

We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.

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.

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