In her first passion woman loves her lover,
In all the others all she loves is love.
Lord Byron on Valentine's Day
1788–1824 England
36 quotes
The cold in clime are cold in blood,
Their love can scarce deserve the name.
The Giaour (1813)
Eat, drink, and love; the rest's not worth a fillip.
Sardanapalus (1821)
There is a tide in the affairs of women,
Which, taken at the flood, leads—God knows where.
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
Who loves, raves—'tis youth's frenzy—but the cure
Is bitterer still.
Alas! the love of women! it is known
To be a lovely and a fearful thing!
Maid of Athens, ere we part,
Give, oh give me back my heart!
And whispering, "I will ne'er consent"—consented.
The Dream (1816)
Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.
A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded,
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.
Not much he kens, I ween, of woman's breast,
Who thinks that wanton thing is won by sighs.
And to his eye
There was but one beloved face on earth,
And that was shining on him.
The Dream (1816)
Thou who hast
The fatal gift of beauty.
Beppo (1818)
Why did she love him? Curious fool!—be still—
Is human love the growth of human will?
The Giaour (1813)
Attribution
Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Lord Byron (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.