Lord Byron

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

– Lord Byron

Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

– Lord Byron

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

– Lord Byron

‘Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.

– Lord Byron

For the sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself have rest.

– Lord Byron

What is Death, so it be but glorious? ‘Tis a sunset;
And mortals may be happy to resemble
The Gods but in decay.
– LORD BYRON

On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined.

– Lord Byron

The Angels were all singing out of tune,
And hoarse with having little else to do,
Excepting to wind up the sun and moon
Or curb a runaway young star or two.

– Lord Byron

Absence – that common cure of love.

– Lord Byron

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
– Lord Byron

Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give No hollow aid; alone–man with his God must strive.
– Lord Byron

If from Society we learn to live Tis Solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers.
– Lord Byron

Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong.
– Lord Byron

This is to be along; this, this is solitude!
– Lord Byron

Among them, but not of them.
– Lord Byron

The ”good old times” — all times when old are good.
– Lord Byron

Rough Johnson, the great moralist.
– Lord Byron

There is no instinct like that of the heart.
– Lord Byron

That music in itself, whose sounds are song,The poetry of speech.
– Lord Byron

Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!
– Lord Byron