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Books succeed, and lives fail.

  • Reading


I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless.

  • Grief


Who so loves believes the impossible.

  • Love


The devil's most devilish when respectable.

  • Evil




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

  • breadth


If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.

  • Faith


Let no one till his death be called unhappy. Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.

  • Sadness


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

  • idea


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

  • dreams


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

  • love


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

  • Children


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

  • Genius


And lips say God be pitiful, who never said, God be praised.

  • Religion


He, in his developed manhood, stood, a little sunburn by the glare of life.

  • World


My sun sets to raise again.

  • again


For 'Tis not in mere death that men die most.

  • Death


Experience, like a pale musician, holds a dulcimer of patience in his hand.

  • Experience


Since when was genius found respectable?

  • Genius


Men get opinions as boys learn to spell by reiteration chiefly.

  • Opinion


Eve is a twofold mystery.

  • Women


For tis not in mere death that men die most.

  • death


Light tomorrow with today!

  • light


Happy are all free peoples, too strong to be dispossessed. But blessed are those among nations who dare to be strong for the rest!


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

  • Age


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

  • Beauty


The world's male chivalry has perished out, but women are knights-errant to the last; and, if Cervantes had been greater still, he had made his Don a Donna.

  • Bravery


This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which back they give at cross-time on a sponge, In bitter vinegar.

  • Gratitude


A good neighbor sometimes cuts your morning up to mince-meat of the very smallest talk, then helps to sugar her bohea at night with your reputation.

  • Neighbors


What is art but life upon the larger scale, the higher. When, graduating up in a spiral line of still expanding and ascending gyres, it pushes toward the intense significance of all things, hungry for the infinite?

  • Art


What monster have we here? A great Deed at this hour of day? A great just deed -- and not for pay? Absurd -- or insincere?

  • Goodness



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Elizabeth Barrett Browning quotes about love

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Who so loves believes the impossible.

  • Love


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

  • breadth


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

  • love


How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace.I love thee to the level of every day'sMost quiet need; by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.I love thee with the passion put to useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faithI love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith 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.

  • Love


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Elizabeth Barrett Browning quotes about death

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For 'Tis not in mere death that men die most.

  • Death


For tis not in mere death that men die most.

  • death


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.'

  • add


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Light tomorrow with today!

  • light


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

  • drawn


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Elizabeth Barrett Browning quotes about life

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

  • idea


My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.

  • humour


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Elizabeth Barrett Browning quotes about reading

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Books succeed, and lives fail.

  • Reading


Books, books, books had found the secret of a garret-room piled high with cases in my father's name; Piled high, packed large, --where, creeping in and out among the giant fossils of my past, like some small nimble mouse between the ribs of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there at this or that box, pulling through the gap, in heats of terror, haste, victorious joy, the first book first. And how I felt it beat under my pillow, in the morning's dark. An hour before the sun would let me read! My books!

  • Reading


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We all have known good critics, who have stamped out poet's hopes; Good statesmen, who pulled ruin on the state; Good patriots, who, for a theory, risked a cause; Good kings, who disemboweled for a tax; Good Popes, who brought all good to jeopardy; Good Christians, who sat still in easy-chairs; And damned the general world for standing up. Now, may the good God pardon all good men!

  • Goodness


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.

  • Happiness


I think it frets the saints in heaven to seeHow many desolate creatures on the earthHave learnt the simple dues of fellowshipAnd social comfort, in a hospital.

  • Hospitals


How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace.I love thee to the level of every day'sMost quiet need; by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.I love thee with the passion put to useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faithI love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith 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.

  • Love




The man, most man,Works best for men, and, if most men indeed,He gets his manhood plainest from his soul:While, obviously, this stringent soul itselfObeys our old rules of development;The Spirit ever witnessing in ours,And Love, the soul of soul, within the soul,Evolving it sublimely.

  • Men


Women know the way to rear up children (to be just). They know a simple, merry, tender knack of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes, and stringing pretty words that make no sense. And kissing full sense into empty words.

  • Mother


Women known The way to rear up children (to be just)They know a simple, merry, tender knackOf tying sashes, fitting baby-shoesAnd stringing pretty words that make no sense.And kissing full sense into empty words.

  • Mother


Hurt a fly! He would not for the world: he's pitiful to flies even. Sing, says he, and tease me still, if that's your way, poor insect.

  • Obedience


It is not merely the likeness which is precious... but the association and the sense of nearness involved in the thing... the fact of the very shadow of the person lying there fixed forever! It is the very sanctification of portraits I think -- and it is not at all monstrous in me to say that I would rather have such a memorial of one I dearly loved, than the noblest Artist's work ever produced.

  • Photography


God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers and thrust the thing we have prayed for in our face, like a gauntlet with a gift in it.

  • Prayer


Books, books, books had found the secret of a garret-room piled high with cases in my father's name; Piled high, packed large, --where, creeping in and out among the giant fossils of my past, like some small nimble mouse between the ribs of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there at this or that box, pulling through the gap, in heats of terror, haste, victorious joy, the first book first. And how I felt it beat under my pillow, in the morning's dark. An hour before the sun would let me read! My books!

  • Reading


O rose, who dares to name thee?No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet,But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheat,--Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee.

  • Remembrance


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?

  • Shame


The place is all awave with trees,Limes, myrtles, purple-beaded,Acacias having drunk the leesOf the night-dew, fain headed,And wan, grey olive-woods, which seemThe fittest foliage for a dream.

  • Trees


A woman cannot do the thing she ought, which means whatever perfect thing she can, in life, in art, in science, but she fears to let the perfect action take her part and rest there: she must prove what she can do before she does it, -- prate of woman's rights, of woman's mission, woman's function, till the men (who are prating, too, on their side) cry, A woman's function plainly is... to talk. Poor souls, they are very reasonably vexed!

  • Women


The works of women are symbolical. We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull our sight,Producing what? A pair of slippers, sir,To put on when you

  • Women


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

  • Words


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

  • Work


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.'

  • add


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

  • aims


Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.

  • rare


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

  • drawn


My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.

  • humour



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When Elizabeth Barrett Browning was born? Elizabeth Barrett Browning was born on October 16.

Who is Elizabeth Barrett Browning? Elizabeth Barrett Browning biography. Elizabeth Barrett Browning was one of the most respected poets of the Victorian era.

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Love
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