Quote

Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.

Lord Byron

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Lord Byron
Age: 36 †
Born: 1788
Born: January 22
Died: 1824
Died: April 19
Autobiographer
Baron Byron
Diarist
Librettist
Lyricist
Military Personnel
Playwright
Poet
Politician
Translator
Writer
London
England
George Gordon Byron
George Gordon Byron
6th Baron Byron
Noel Byron
Xhorxh Bajroni
Bajron
George Gordon
Jerzy Gordon Byron
Pai-lun
Baron Byron George Gordon Byron
6th Baron Byron George Gordon Noel
Byron
George Gordon Byron
Baron Byron
6th Baron Byron George Gordon Byron
George Gordon Noël Byron Byron
Bayrěn
Payrěn
George Gordon By
Sometimes
Love
Undeceived
Deceived
Unhappy
Literature
Less

More quotes by Lord Byron

Image
My native land, good night!
Lord Byron
Image
And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter.
Lord Byron
Image
None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.
Lord Byron
Image
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.
Lord Byron
Image
[Armenian] is a rich language, however, and would amply repay any one the trouble of learning it.
Lord Byron
Image
That famish'd people must be slowly nurst, and fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.
Lord Byron
Image
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
Lord Byron
Image
No ear can hear nor tongue can tell the tortures of the inward hell!
Lord Byron
Image
Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.
Lord Byron
Image
Yes, love indeed is light from heaven A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by Allah given to lift from earth our low desire.
Lord Byron
Image
Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
Lord Byron
Image
There is no passion, more spectral or fantastical than hate, not even its opposite, love, so peoples air, with phantoms, as this madness of the heart.
Lord Byron
Image
Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.
Lord Byron
Image
I stood among them, but not of them: in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts.
Lord Byron
Image
My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.
Lord Byron
Image
Then, fare thee well, deceitful Maid!
Lord Byron
Image
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
Lord Byron
Image
I depart, Whither I know not but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Lord Byron
Image
This is to be along this, this is solitude!
Lord Byron
Image
By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies.
Lord Byron