Quote

In itself a thought, a slumbering thought is capable of years and curdles a long life into one hour.

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
Long
Years
Life
Slumbering
Hour
Capable
Hours
Thought
Ideas

More quotes by Lord Byron

Image
Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.
Lord Byron
Image
He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him.
Lord Byron
Image
Why I came here, I know not where I shall go it is useless to inquire - in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?
Lord Byron
Image
What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.
Lord Byron
Image
Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my minister
Lord Byron
Image
I loved my country, and I hated him.
Lord Byron
Image
For the night Shows stars and women in a better light.
Lord Byron
Image
Just as old age is creeping on space, And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day, They kindly leave us, though not quite alone, But in good company--the gout or stone.
Lord Byron
Image
It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment - but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?
Lord Byron
Image
This is the patent-age of new inventions For killing bodies, and for saving souls, All propagated with the best intentions Sir Humphrey Davy's lantern, by which coals Are safely mined for in the mode he mentions, Tombuctoo travels, voyages to the Poles, Are ways to benefit mankind, as true, Perhaps, as shooting them at Waterloo.
Lord Byron
Image
And those who saw, it did surprise, Such drops could fall from human eyes.
Lord Byron
Image
The heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old!-- The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
Lord Byron
Image
Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.
Lord Byron
Image
Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
Lord Byron
Image
Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.
Lord Byron
Image
The 'good old times' - all times when old are good.
Lord Byron
Image
The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole — And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!
Lord Byron
Image
The poetry of speech.
Lord Byron
Image
Not to admire, is all the art I know To make men happy, or to keep them so. Thus Horace wrote we all know long ago And thus Pope quotes the precept to re-teach From his translation but had none admired, Would Pope have sung, or Horace been inspired?
Lord Byron
Image
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!
Lord Byron