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“This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.”
― Lord Byron

“Old man! 'Tis not difficult to die.”
― Lord Byron

“There is an order
Of mortals on the earth, who do become
Old in their youth, and die ere middle age,
Without the violence of warlike death;
Some perishing of pleasure, some of study,
Some worn with toil, some of mere weariness,
Some of disease, and some insanity,
And some of wither’d or of broken hearts;
For this last is a malady which slays
More than are number’d in the lists of Fate,
Taking all shapes and bearing many names.”
― George Gordon Byron, Manfred

“Shadow! or Spirit!
Whatever thou art,
Which still doth inherit
The whole or a part
Of the form of thy birth,
Of the mould of thy clay,
Which returned to the earth,
Re-appear to the day!”
― George Gordon Byron

“Oh, no, I love going into a pen of lions wearing a sign that says Edible Lamb.â€�
-- Manfred”
― Charlaine Harris, Grave Secret

“Manfred,â€� I began, exasperated, “I just don’t know what to do with you.â€�
“I have some very good ideas,� he said. He waggled his eyebrows.
He was making it funny, but he was serious. I never doubted that at my slightest response, Manfred would be booking us into the nearest hotel as fast as he could whip out his wallet.”
― Charlaine Harris, Grave Secret

“The mind which is immortal makes itself
Requital for its good or evil thoughts,
Is its own origin of ill and end,
And its own place and time; its innate sense,
When stripped of this mortality, derives
No colour from the fleeting things without,
But is absorb'd in sufferance or in joy,
Born from the knowledge of its own desert.”
― Lord Byron, Manfred

“If I had never lived, that which I love / Had still been living; had I never loved, / That which I love would still be beautiful-- / Happy and giving happiness. What is she? / What is she now?--a sufferer for my sins-- / A thing I dare not think upon--or nothing.”
― Lord Byron, Manfred and Other Poems

“If I had never lived, that which I love had still been living; had I never loved, that which I love would still be beautiful--happy and giving happiness. What is she? What is she now?--a sufferer for my sins--a thing I dare not think upon--or nothing.”
― Lord Byron, Manfred and Other Poems

“Thou hast no power upon me, that I feel;
Thou never shalt possess me, that I know:
What I have done is done; I bear within
A torture which could nothing gain from thine.
The mind which is immortal makes itself
Requital for its good or evil thoughts,
Is its own origin of ill and end,
And its own place and time; its innate sense,
When stripp’d of this mortality, derives
No colour from the fleeting things without,
But is absorb’d in sufferance or in joy,
Born from the knowledge of its own desert.
Thou didst not tempt me, and thou couldst not tempt me;
I have not been thy dupe nor am thy prey,
But was my own destroyer, and will be
My own hereafter.—Back, ye baffled fiends!
The hand of death is on me—but not yours!”
― Lord Byron , Manfred : dramatische Dichtung von Lord Byron / aus ihrem grundgedanken erklärt ; nebst einem Anhang, Uebersicht über Byron's poesieen, von einem Theologen. 1898 [Leather Bound]

“Thou hast no power upon me, that I feel;
Thou never shalt possess me, that I know:
What I have done is done; I bear within
A torture which could nothing gain from thine.
The mind which is immortal makes itself
Requital for its good or evil thoughts,
Is its own origin of ill and end,
And its own place and time; its innate sense,
When stripp’d of this mortality, derives
No colour from the fleeting things without,
But is absorb’d in sufferance or in joy,
Born from the knowledge of its own desert.
Thou didst not tempt me, and thou couldst not tempt me;
I have not been thy dupe nor am thy prey,
But was my own destroyer, and will be
My own hereafter.—Back, ye baffled fiends!
The hand of death is on me—but not yours!”
― Lord Byron, Manfred and Other Poems