More Quotes by Lord Byron
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.
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!
Land of lost gods and godlike men.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.
Eat, drink and love...the rest is not worth a nickel
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
When people say, "I've told you fifty times," They mean to scold, and very often do; When poets say, "I've written fifty rhymes," They make you dread that they'll recite them too; In gangs of fifty, thieves commit their crimes; At fifty love for love is rare, 't is true, but then, no doubt, it equally as true is, a good deal may be bought for fifty Louis.
I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
The dew of compassion is a tear.
Life is too short for chess.
