Robert Browning Quotes - Page 6

grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.

On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.

The curious crime, the fine Felicity and flower of wickedness.

Truth is within ourselves.

Lofty designs must close in like effects.

Lose who may-I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they!

I want to know a butcher paints, A baker rhymes for his pursuit, Candlestick-maker much acquaints His soul with song, or, haply mute, Blows out his brains upon the flute.

To me at least was never evening yet, but seemed far beautifuller than its day.

For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain, Then a light, then thy breast, O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again, And with God be the rest!

Oh, to be in England now that April's there.

What joy is better than the news of friends?

Let friend trust friends, and love demand love's like.

The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!

Women hate a debt as men a gift.

Fair or foul the lot apportioned life on earth, we bear alike.

Graved inside of it, "Italy".

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.

All we have gained then by our unbelief Is a life of doubt diversified by faith, For one of faith diversified by doubt: We called the chess-board white-we call it black.

So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!

O woman-country! wooed not wed, Loved all the more by earth's male-lands, Laid to their hearts instead.

What's come to perfection perishes. Things learned on earth we shall practice in heaven; Works done least rapidly Art most cherishes.

I do what many dream of, all their lives

Praise is deeper than the lips

Would you have your songs endure? Build on the human heart.

For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.