Lord Byron Quotes

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Lord Byron
“A woman being never at a loss... the devil always sticks by them.”
George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron: Selected Letters and Journals

Lord Byron
“For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.”
George Gordon Byron

Lord Byron
“But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.”
George Gordon Byron

Lord Byron
“The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still the master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth, While man, vain insect hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.”
Lord Byron

Susanna Clarke
“I am, as far as I can tell, about a month behind Lord Byron. In every town we stop at we discover innkeepers, postillions, officials, burghers, potboys, and all kinds and sorts of ladies whose brains still seem somewhat deranged from their brief exposure to his lordship. And though my companions are careful to tell people that I am that dreadful being, an English magician, I am clearly nothing in comparison to an English poet and everywhere I go I enjoy the reputation- quite new to me, I assure you- of the quiet, good Englishman, who makes no noise and is no trouble to any one...”
Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

Lord Byron
“Where there is mystery, it is generally supposed there must be evil.”
George Gordon Byron

Lord Byron
“When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home,
Let him combat for that of his neighbours;
Let him think of the glories of Greece and of Rome,
And get knocked on the head for his labours.

To do good to Mankind is the chivalrous plan,
And is always as nobly requited;
Then battle fro Freedom wherever you can,
And, if not shot or hanged, you'll get knighted.”
George Gordon Byron

Susanna Clarke
“A lovely young Italian girl passed by. Byron tilted his head to a very odd angle, half-closed his eyes and composed his features to suggest that he was about to expire from chronic indigestion. Dr Greysteel could only suppose that he was treating the young woman to the Byronic profile and the Byronic expression.”
Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

Honoré de Balzac
“Have you ever plunged into the immensity of space and time by reading the geological treatises of Cuvier? Borne away on the wings of his genius, have you hovered over the illimitable abyss of the past as if a magician's hand were holding you aloft? As one penetrates from seam to seam, from stratum to stratum and discovers, under the quarries of Montmartre or in the schists of the Urals, those animals whose fossilized remains belong to antediluvian civilizations, the mind is startled to catch a vista of the milliards of years and the millions of peoples which the feeble memory of man and an indestructible divine tradition have forgotten and whose ashes heaped on the surface of our globe, form the two feet of earth which furnish us with bread and flowers. Is not Cuvier the greatest poet of our century? Certainly Lord Byron has expressed in words some aspects of spiritual turmoil; but our immortal natural historian has reconstructed worlds from bleached bones.”
Honoré de Balzac, The Wild Ass's Skin

Paul Alkazraji
“We can’t all be Byronic adventurers like you Jude. Have you been wrestling with any brigands in the mountains there?”
“No, but you’ve got to watch the drivers! Funny you should mention the poetic lord. He used to take his holidays down here, you know?”
“What… picking up last-minute bargains with ‘EasyFrigate’?”
Paul Alkazraji, The Silencer

Lord Byron
“Remember thee! remember thee!
Till Lethe quench life's burning stream
Remorse and shame shall cling to thee,
And haunt thee like a feverish dream!

Remember thee! Aye, doubt it not.
Thy husband too shall think of thee:
By neither shalt thou be forgot,
Thou false to him, thou fiend to me!”
Lord George Gordon Byron

Lord Byron
“Too high for common selfishness , he could
At times resign his own for others' good,
But not in pity - not because he ought,
But in some strange perversity of thought,
That swayed him onward with a secred pride
To do what few or none could do beside;
And this same impulse would, in tempting time,
Mislead his spirit equally to crime;
So much he soared beyond, or sank beneath,
The men with whom he felt condemned to breathe
And longed by good or ill to seperate
Himself from all who shared his mortal fate.”
Lord Byron

Karen Swallow Prior
“…the rising movement of romanticism, with its characteristic idealism, one that tended toward a black-and-white view of the world based on those ideas, preferred for different reasons that women remain untinged by “masculine” traits of learning. Famous romantic writers such as Lord Byron, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, and William Hazlitt criticized the bluestockings. …and Hazlitt declared his 'utter aversion to Bluestockingism … I do not care a fig for any woman that knows even what an author means.' Because of the tremendous influence that romanticism gained over the cultural mind-set, the term bluestocking came to be a derogatory term applied to learned, pedantic women, particularly conservative ones. ... Furthermore, learned women did not fit in with the romantic notion of a damsel in distress waiting to be rescued by a knight in shining armor any more than they fit in with the antirevolutionary fear of progress.”
Karen Swallow Prior, Fierce Convictions: The Extraordinary Life of Hannah More—Poet, Reformer, Abolitionist

Charles Hamilton Sorley
“England is seen at its worst when it has to deal with men like Wilde. In Germany Wilde and Byron are appreciated as authors: in England they still go pecking about their love-affairs. Anyone who calls a book ‘immoral’ or 'moral’ should be caned. A book by itself can be neither. It is only a question of the morality or immorality of the reader. But the English approach all questions of vice with such a curious mixture of curiosity and fear that it’s impossible to deal with them.”
Charles Hamilton Sorley, The Letters of Charles Sorley, with a Chapter of Biography

John Dolan
“With fame, money and sex settled, he had to find something else to fight, and like any honorable man he chose to fight his own people. And that was how Byron the sentimental poet of graveyards and lost loves became the Satanic joker all England loved to hate.”
John Dolan

William Ospina
“Pero si Shakespeare fue ese inglés capaz de sentir como un meridonial, Byron fue capaz de vivir como un italiano, de reaccionar como un albanés, de morir como un griego.”
William Ospina, El año del verano que nunca llegó

Lord Byron
“The mind which is immortal makes itself
Requital for its good or evil thoughts,
Is its own origin of ill and end,
And its own place and time; its innate sense,
When stripped of this mortality, derives
No colour from the fleeting things without,
But is absorb'd in sufferance or in joy,
Born from the knowledge of its own desert.”
Lord Byron, Manfred

Munia Khan
“And while I was going to meet
the flowers and sculptures of Montreux,
I smelled Lord Byron’s ink
sweating an amazing darkness out
from the medieval body of Chillon Castle

From the poem - Along the Shore”
Munia Khan, Fireclay

“With fame, money and sex settled, he had to find something else to fight, and like any honorable man he chose to fight his own people. And that was how Byron the sentimental poet of graveyards and lost loves became the Satanic joker all England loved to hate.”
John C Dolan

William Ospina
“Por fortuna, Byron nunca entendió ese defecto de su pie derecho como lo que realmente era: la marca de la divinidad que lo hizo poeta. Si no hubiera sido por ella, dado su carácter arrogante y licencioso, tal vez no habría sido más que un aristócrata decadente, abusivo con sus amigos y chupador de la sangre de sus amores; pero la conciencia física de su imperfección, ese pie que dejaba siempre una raya larga en la arena, lo obligaba a pensar y a sufrir, y su genio encontró en ese encogerse sobre sí mismo la ocasión de destilar unas gotas de sabiduría divina.”
William Ospina, El año del verano que nunca llegó

Iris Murdoch
“Yes, my mother was on about Byron. But who wants to be like Byron? I despise him.”
Iris Murdoch, The Green Knight

Marian Engel
“Ze pakte het volgende boek, schudde ermee om te zien of er een briefje in zat en sloeg het open. Trelawny’s herinneringen aan Byron en Shelley.
Ze sloeg het open en begon te lezen (want het was geen heilig exemplaar, geen zeldzaamheid, maar gedateerd Londen, 1932). Trelawny? De man die het lichaam van Shelley had verbrand en het hart had bewaard. Ja, die Trelawny. De piraat. Een reus. Ging na de dood van Shelley met Byron naar Griekenland.”
Marian Engel, Bear