Folly loves the martyrdom of fame. Lord Byron More Quotes by Lord Byron More Quotes From Lord Byron Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so, Not for thy faults, but mine. Lord Byron faultshatedfarewell There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away. Lord Byron joyinspirationalgiving That famish'd people must be slowly nurst, and fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst. Lord Byron hungerfoodpeople I am so changeable, being everything by turns and nothing long - such a strange melange of good and evil. Lord Byron strangeevillong There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake. Lord Byron torturefeelingstime But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless. Lord Byron tiredmenworld You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock? Lord Byron keysheart Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of the world all things are weighed by the false scale of custom. Lord Byron truth-isdepthworld I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me: and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum of human cities torture. Lord Byron climbingcitiesfeelings Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one. Lord Byron sighone-lovelove Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it. Lord Byron jealousyshowsworld A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends. Lord Byron agreementlovefriendship A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering “I will ne'er consentâ€â€”consented. Lord Byron consentwhisperinglittles I am always most religious upon a sunshiny day. Lord Byron religious The English winter - ending in July to recommence in August Lord Byron seniorsummerwinter Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried. Lord Byron heart A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands. Lord Byron saladdrinkingfood There is pleasure in the pathless woods. Lord Byron woodsfarewellnature When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years. Lord Byron brokentwoyears A material resurrection seems strange and even absurd except for purposes of punishment, and all punishment which is to revenge rather than correct must be morally wrong, and when the World is at an end, what moral or warning purpose can eternal tortures answer? Lord Byron punishmentatheismrevenge
