Curiosity kills itself; and love is only curiosity, as is proved by its end. Lord Byron More Quotes by Lord Byron More Quotes From Lord Byron This sort of adoration of the real is but a heightening of the beau ideal. Lord Byron adorationrealreality You should have a softer pillow than my heart. Lord Byron should-haveheartlove If from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die. Lord Byron solitudelonelinessshould Here's a sigh to those who love me,And a smile to those who hate;And, whatever sky's above me,Here's a heart for every fate. Lord Byron fatehateheart For the night Shows stars and women in a better light. Lord Byron starslightnight My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone! Lord Byron sadgriefflower Marriage, from love, like vinegar from wine-- A sad, sour sober beverage--by time Is sharpened from its high celestial flavor Down to a very homely household savor. Lord Byron vinegarflavorwine Smiles form the channels of a future tear. Lord Byron formtearsliterature Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave? Lord Byron trackglorysteps Nothing so difficult as a beginning In poesy, unless perhaps the end. Lord Byron difficultends The busy have no time for tears. Lord Byron tearssorrowtime To chase the glowing hours with flying feet. Lord Byron aquariusdancefeet I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye. Lord Byron eyegrievingtravel But I had not quite fixed whether to make him [Don Juan] end in Hell-or in an unhappy marriage,-not knowing which would be the severest. Lord Byron marriageknowingunhappy Of religion I know nothing -- at least, in its favor. Lord Byron positive-atheismatheismfavors What an antithetical mind! - tenderness, roughness - delicacy, coarseness - sentiment, sensuality - soaring and groveling, dirt and deity - all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay! Lord Byron delicacyclaymind Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great! Lord Byron departedimmortalfallen The dome of thought, the palace of the soul. Lord Byron domespalacessoul Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by Allah given to lift from earth our low desire. Lord Byron angellovelife The reason that adulation is not displeasing is that, though untrue, it shows one to be of consequence enough, in one way or other, to induce people to lie. Lord Byron lyingpeopleway
