Lord Byron Quotes

The robe of flesh wears thin, and with the years God shines through all things.

It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.

Alas, I think I am becoming a god.

A man is a god in ruins. When men are innocent, life shall be longer, and shall pass into the immortal, as gently as we awake from dreams.

If everything that ever lived is dead, and everything alive is gonna die...where does the sacred part come in?

Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out. And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away.

Everything is touched by the holy when it is in the presence of death.

God lives, but not as we. His creatures live but to die. But God is life. Therefore, goodness is not an attribute. Goodness is God.

Everything was God, holy; as God is total, so the driftwood branch was holy. This must be the stuff religion is made of.

We are always dying, all the time. That's what living is; living is dying, little by little. It is a sequenced collection of individualized deaths.

We passionately long that there may be another life in which we shall be similar to what we are here below. But we do not pause to reflect that, even without waiting for that other life, in this life, after a few years we are unfaithful to what we have been, to what we wished to remain immortally.

When we have broken our god of tradition, and ceased from our god of rhetoric, then may God fire the heart with His presence.

The cancer of time is eating us away

You can have your youth It'll rot before your eyes

An age that melts in unperceiv'd decay, And glides in modest innocence away.

Why should we be startled by death? Life is a constant putting off of the mortal coil - coat, cuticle, flesh and bones, all old clothes.

For me, the problem of time is linked up with that of death, with the thought that we inevitably draw closer and closer to it, with the horror of decay.

Worshiping someone means...placing that person outside of our world. We are not worshiping anyone or anything, we are simply communing with Creation.

I'm really interested in the idea of long, long life and transformation and immortality.

Are we not Spirits, that are shaped into a body, into an Appearance; and that fade away again into air and Invisibility? Oh, Heaven, it is mysterious, it is awful to consider that we not only carry a future Ghost within us; but are, in very deed, Ghosts! These Limbs, whence had we them; this stormy Force; this life-blood with its burning Passion? They are dust and shadow; a Shadow-system gathered round our Me; wherein, through some moments or years, the Divine Essence is to be revealed in the Flesh.

The soul of an individual; your soul and my soul, is that part of us that is immortal. Your personality is that part of you that was born into time, that matures in time, or at least grows older in time and then decays and passes away.

The body is subject to the law of growth and decay, what grows must of necessity decay.