More Quotes by Lord Byron
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
Let joy be unconfined.
There is music in all things, if men had ears.