Elizabeth Barrett Browning Quotes - Page 2

I f thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say, I love her for her smile ... her look ... her way Of speaking gently ... for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and, certes, brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day- For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee-and love so wrought, May be unwrought so.

Two human loves make one divine.

There are nettles everywhere, but smooth, green grasses are more common still; the blue of heaven is larger than the cloud.

The devil's most devilish when respectable.

I heard an angel speak last night/And he said, "Write!"

truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.

The essence of all beauty, I call love, The attribute, the evidence, and end, The consummation to the inward sense Of beauty apprehended from without, I still call love.

He who breathes deepest lives most.

What frightens me is that men are content with what is not life at all.

All actual heroes are essential men, And all men possible heroes.

I love thee to the level of everyday's most quiet need, by sun and candle light...I love thee with the breath,smiles,t ears,of all my life.

The sweetest lives are those to duty wed, Whose deeds, both great and small Are close-knot strands of an unbroken thread There love ennobles all. The world may sound no trumpets, ring no bells The book of life the shining record tells. Thy love shall chant its own beatitudes After its own life-workings. A child's kiss Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad; A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich; A sick man helped by thee shall make thee strong; Thou shalt serve thyself by every sense, Of service which thou renderest.

If we tried To sink the past beneath our feet, be sure The future would not stand.

A woman's always younger than a man at equal years.

I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,-I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

Never say No when the world says Aye.

Who so loves believes the impossible.

Much of the possibility of being cheerful comes from the faculty of throwing oneself beyond oneself.

No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.

And if God choose I shall but love thee better after death.

Earth's crammed with Heaven.

Whoso loves, believes in the impossible

God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.

What we call Life is a condition of the soul. And the soul must improve in happiness and wisdom, except by its own fault. These tears in our eyes, these faintings of the flesh, will not hinder such improvement.

Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.