Lord Byron Quotes About Hate

Quotes about: Hate

• Hatred is the madness of the heart.

  Lord Byron

  Hate, Heart, Hatred

• Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

  Lord Byron

  Love, Hate, Men

  'Don Juan' (1819-24) canto 13, st. 4.

• Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.

  Lord Byron

  Hate, Misanthrope, Call Me

  Lord Byron (2013). “Don Juan”, p.238, Simon and Schuster

• He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.

  Lord Byron

  Jealousy, Hate, Ambition

  Lord Byron (2015). “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage”, p.65, Sheba Blake Publishing

• 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

  Hate, Passion, Heart

  Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.1469, Delphi Classics

• Here's a sigh to those who love me,And a smile to those who hate;And, whatever sky's above me,Here's a heart for every fate.

  Lord Byron

  Hate, Heart, Fate

  Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.536, Delphi Classics

• But I hate things all fiction... there should always be some foundation of fact for the most airy fabric - and pure invention is but the talent of a liar.

  Lord Byron

  Liars, Hate, Writing

  Letter to John Murray from Venice, April 2 1817, in L. A. Marchand (ed.) 'Byron's Letters and Journals' vol. 5 (1976)

• Above or Love, Hope, Hate or Fear, It lives all passionless and pure: An age shall fleet like earthly year; Its years in moments shall endure. Away, away, without a wing, O'er all, through all, its thought shall fly; A nameless and eternal thing, Forgetting what it was to die.

  Lord Byron

  Hate, Years, Wings

  George Gordon Byron, “When Coldness Wraps This Suffering Clay”

• One hates an author that's all author.

  Lord Byron

  Hate, Writing

  Lord Byron (2013). “Byron: Selected Poetry and Prose”, p.98, Routledge

• Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.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

  Hate, Twilight, Water

  George Gordon Byron, “Don Juan: Canto The Second”

• I hate all pain, Given or received; we have enough within us The meanest vassal as the loftiest monarch, Not to add to each other's natural burden Of mortal misery.

  Lord Byron

  Pain, Hate, Add

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