"Father of Light! great God of Heaven! Hear'st thou the accents of despair? Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven? Can vice atone for crimes by prayer."
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Lord Byron quotes (page 8 of 30)
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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."
"Think not I am what I appear."
"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."
"The busy have no time for tears."
"I live, but live to die: and, living, see nothing to make death hateful, save an innate clinging, a loathsome and yet all invincible instinct of life, which I abhor, as I despise myself, yet cannot overcome — and so I live. Would I had never lived!"
"We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die."
"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."
"I know that two and two make four - and should be glad to prove it too if I could - though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 and 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure."
"I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains."
"Whatsoever thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth."
"Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe;... Yet thy true lovers more admire by far Thy naked beauties - give me a cigar!"
"Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure."
"Pythagoras, Locke, Socrates - but pages might be filled up, as vainly as before, with the sad usage of all sorts of sages, who in his life-time, each was deemed a bore! The loftiest minds outrun their tardy ages."
"There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion."
"To chase the glowing hours with flying feet."
"Man marks the earth with ruin - his control stops with the shore."
"O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, which makes bank credit like a bark of vapour."
"Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!"
"The French courage proceeds from vanity"