Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Quotes

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My sun sets to rise again.

My sun sets to rise again.

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.

Who so loves believes the impossible. ---->>>

If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.

If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes. ---->>>

God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in it. ---->>>

And each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can. ---->>>

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. ---->>>

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

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

Light tomorrow with today!

Light tomorrow with today!

If you desire faith, then you have faith enough. ---->>>

At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading is not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction. ---->>>

What is genius but the power of expressing a new individuality?

What is genius but the power of expressing a new individuality?

An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be great at all. ---->>>

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl? ---->>>

Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

What I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes. ---->>>

World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain. ---->>>

For tis not in mere death that men die most.

For tis not in mere death that men die most.

How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort, in a hospital. ---->>>

But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath! ---->>>

He said true things, but called them by wrong names. ---->>>

A woman is always younger than a man at equal years. ---->>>

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white. ---->>>

The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness. ---->>>

Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished. ---->>>

The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, 'Let no one be called happy till his death;' to which I would add, 'Let no one, till his death, be called unhappy.' ---->>>

Since when was genius found respectable? ---->>>

He lives most life whoever breathes most air.

He lives most life whoever breathes most air.

Biography

Nationality: English
Born: March 6, 1806
Birthplace:
Die: June 29, 1861
Occupation: Poet
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning (née Moulton-Barrett, ; 6 March 1806 – 29 June 1861) was one of the most prominent English poets of the Victorian era, popular in Britain and the United States during her lifetime. Born in County Durham, the eldest of 12 children, Elizabeth Barrett wrote poetry from about the age of six (wikipedia)