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Absence
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No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; But older, firmer hearts than ours, Have found monotony in loving.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Absurdity
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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.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Actors, Acting
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I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Adventure
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And yet a little tumult, now and then, is an agreeable quickener of sensation; such as a revolution, a battle, or an adventure of any lively description.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Adversity
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It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Adversity is the first path to truth.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron, Don Juan
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Age
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Of all the barbarous middle ages, that which is most barbarous is the middle age of man! it is -- I really scarce know what; but when we hover between fool and sage, and don't know justly what we would be at -- a period something like a printed page, black letter upon foolscap, while our hair grows grizzled, and we are not what we were.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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My time has been passed viciously and agreeably; at thirty-one so few years months days hours or minutes remain that Carpe Diem is not enough. I have been obliged to crop even the seconds -- for who can trust to tomorrow?
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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A lady of a certain age, which means certainly aged.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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I always looked to about thirty as the barrier of any real or fierce delight in the passions, and determined to work them out in the younger ore and better veins of the mine --and I flatter myself (perhaps) that I have pretty well done so --and now the dross is coming.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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It was one of the deadliest and heaviest feelings of my life to feel that I was no longer a boy. From that moment I began to grow old in my own esteem --and in my esteem age is not estimable.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Thy decay's still impregnate with divinity.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Alcohol/Alcoholism
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Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter. Sermons and soda water the day after.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Ambition
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He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition's hands.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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America
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America is a model of force and freedom and moderation -- with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff-box from an emperor.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Angels
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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 (George Gordon) Byron
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Animals
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The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Appearance
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Think not I am what I appear.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Authors & Writing
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But I hate things all fiction... there should always be some foundation of fact for the most airy fabric -- and pure invention is but the talent of a liar.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Romances I never read like those I have seen.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Books by and about Lord (George Gordon) Byron