Elizabeth Barrett Browning Quotes
Light tomorrow with today!
God's gifts put men's best dreams to shame.
Open my heart and you will see Graved inside of it "Italy."
I give the fight up let there be an end A privacy an obscure nook for me I want to be forgotten ...
Show MoreNo man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.
If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for ...
Show MoreLet no one 'til his death be called unhappy. Measure not the work Until the day's out and the labor...
Show MoreIn this abundant earth no doubtIs little room for things worn out:Disdain them, break them, throw th...
Show MoreA woman's always younger than a man of equal years.
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you
Oh to be in England Now that April's there.
You're something between a dream and a miracle.
And each man stands with his face in the light of his own drawn sword. Ready to do what a hero can.
Our Euripides the human,With his droppings of warm tears,and his touchings of things common Till the...
Show MoreJust for a handful of silver he left us Just for a ribbon to stick in his coat.
You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life...
Show MoreThe heart doth recognise thee,Alone, alone! The heart doth smell thee sweet,Doth view thee fair, dot...
Show MoreUntil they are of the age to use the brain.
And I breathe large at home. I drop my cloak,Unclasp my girdle, loose the band that tiesMy hair...no...
Show MoreGod answers sharp and sudden on some prayers And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face. ...
Show MoreEarth changes but thy soul and God stand sure.
Who so loves believes the impossible.
God's in His Heaven - All's right with the world!
The year's at the Spring And day's at the morn Morning's at seven The hillside's dew-pearled The ...
Show MoreFor tis not in mere death that men die most.
An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be g...
Show MoreLove me sweet With all thou art Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the Lightest part, Love me in ...
Show MoreThe wisest word man reaches is the humblest he can speak.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can...
Show MoreWhat is genius but the power of expressing a new individuality?
Best be yourself imperial plain and true!
True knowledge comes only through suffering.
Better farPursue a frivolous trade by serious means,Than a sublime art frivolously.
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off hi...
Show MoreIf thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.
I am one who could have forgotten the plague, listening to Boccaccio's stories; and I am not ashamed...
Show MoreAlas, I have grieved so I am hard to love.
How, Dearest, wilt thou have me for most use?A hope, to sing by gladly? or a fineSad memory, with th...
Show MoreMy letters! all dead paper, mute and white!And yet they seem alive and quiveringAgainst my tremulous...
Show MoreI thought once how Theocritus had sungOf the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,Who each one...
Show MoreAnd yet, because I love thee, I obtainFrom that same love this vindicating grace,To live on still in...
Show MoreQuick-loving hearts ... may quickly loathe.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can...
Show MoreThe picture of helpless indolence she calls herselfsublimely helpless and impotentI had done living ...
Show MoreAnd wilt thou have me fashion into speechThe love I bear thee, finding words enough,And hold the tor...
Show MoreWith my lost saints - I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life! - and if God choos...
Show MoreMy patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.
Good aims not always make good books.
Books, books, books!I had found the secret of a garret roomPiled high with cases in my father’s name...
Show MoreEarth's crammed with heaven...But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.
We get no good by being ungenerous, even to a book, and calculating profits...so much help by so muc...
Show MoreThe Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, 'Let no one be called happy till his death;' to whic...
Show MoreYou have touched me more profoundly than I thought even you could have touched me - my heart was ful...
Show MoreI tell you hopeless grief is passionless,That only men incredulous of despair,Half-taught in anguish...
Show MoreWho so loves believes the impossible.
It is rather whenWe gloriously forget ourselves, and plungeSoul-forward, headlong, into a book's pro...
Show MoreI love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
Enough! we're tired, my heart and I.We sit beside the headstone thus,And wish that name were carved ...
Show MoreLove doesn't make the world go round Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.
His answer was - not the common gallantries which come so easily to the lips of me - but simply that...
Show MoreSmiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God.
Oh to be in England Now that April's there.
Yes," I answered you last night;"No," this morning, sir, I say.Colours seen by candlelightWill not l...
Show MoreGod's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.
Many a fervid man writes books as cold and flat as graveyard stones.
Good to forgive Best to forget.
And trade is art, and art's philosophy,In Paris.