Robert Browning Quotes about Life

To do good things in the world, first you must know who you are and what gives meaning to your life.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?

How good is life, the mere living!

I count life just a stuff To try the soul's strength on.

Progress is The law of life: man is not Man as yet.

The world and life's too big to pass for a dream

Life is an empty dream.

Never the time and the place And the loved one all together.

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, 'A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!

At last awake from life, that insane dream we take for waking now.

God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her.

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.

The common problem, yours, mine, everyone's Is ? not to fancy what were fair in life Provided it could be ? but, finding first What may be, then find how to make it fair Up to our means.

Believeth with the life, the pain shall stop.

But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?

Other heights in other lives, God willing.

I think, am sure, a brother's love exceeds All the world's loves in its unworldliness.

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so; life's business being just the terrible choice.

How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!

I hear you reproach, "But delay was best, For their end was a crime." Oh, a crime will do As well, I reply, to serve for a test As a virtue golden through and through, Sufficient to vindicate itself And prove its worth at a moment's view! . . . . . . Let a man contend to the uttermost For his life's set prize, be it what it will! The counter our lovers staked was lost As surely as if it were lawful coin; And the sin I impute to each frustrate ghost Is-the unlit lamp and the ungirt loin, Though the end in sight was a vice, I say.

Have you found your life distasteful? My life did, and does, smack sweet. Was your youth of pleasure wasteful? Mine I saved and hold complete. Do your joys with age diminish? When mine fail me, I'll complain. Must in death your daylight finish? My sun sets to rise again.

No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold.