More Quotes by Lord Byron
There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake.
You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?
There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
But 'why then publish?' There are no rewards Of fame or profit when the world grows weary. I ask in turn why do you play at cards? Why drink? Why read? To make some hour less dreary. It occupies me to turn back regards On what I've seen or pondered, sad or cheery, And what I write I cast upon the stream To swim or sink. I have had at least my dream.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.
Whatsoever thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
