Top 180 Elizabeth Barrett Browning Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “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 use.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

52. “I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in; When for earth too fancy-loose And too low for Heaven! Hush! I talk my dream aloud – I build it bright to see, – I build it on the moonlit cloud, To which I looked with thee.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

53. “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 be served thyself by every sense Of service which thou renderest.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

54. “Some people always sigh in thanking God.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

56. “Love that endures, from life that disappears!”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

57. “He who breathes deepest lives most.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

58. “You may write twenty lines one day – or even three like Euripides in three days – and a hundred lines in one more day – and yet on the hundred, may have been expended as much good work, as on the twenty and the three.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

59. “Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

60. “Capacity for joy Admits temptation.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

61. “Why, what is to live? Not to eat and drink and breathe, – but to feel the life in you down all the fibres of being, passionately and joyfully.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

62. “I should not dare to call my soul my own.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

63. “The exchange of sympathy for gratitude is the most princely thing!”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

64. “Let us be content to work To do the things we can, and not presume To fret because it’s little.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

65. “Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers?”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

66. “I begin to think that none are so bold as the timid, when they are fairly roused.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

67. “Too much beauty, I reckon, is nothing but too much sun.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

68. “The essence of all beauty, I call love.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

69. “A great man leaves clean work behind him, and requires no sweeper up of the chips.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

70. “In your patience ye are strong.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

71. “Foolishness and criticism are so apt, do so naturally go together!”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

72. “We have hearts within, Warm, live, improvident, indecent hearts.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

73. “His ears were often the first thing to catch my tears.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

74. “Life treads on life, and heart on heart; We press too close in church and mart To keep a dream or grave apart.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

75. “Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

76. “Get leave to work In this world, – ’tis the best you get at all.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

77. “With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

79. “Two human loves make one divine.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

80. “Definition of Love: A score of zero in tennis. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

81. “My future will not copy my fair past, I wrote that once. And, thinking at my side my ministering life-angel justified the word by his appealing look upcast to the white throne of God.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

82. “The soul’s Rialto hath its merchandise, I barter for curl upon that mart.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

83. “There’s nothing great Nor small, has said a poet of our day, Whose voice will ring beyond the curfew of eve And not be thrown out by the matin’s bell.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

84. “And lilies are still lilies, pulled By smutty hands, though spotted from their white.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

86. “Wall must get the weather stain Before they grow the ivy.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

87. “What I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

88. “A woman’s always younger than a man at equal years.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

89. “The least flower, with brimming cup, may stand and share its dew drop with another near.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

90. “But the child’s sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

91. “There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

92. “Love me sweet With all thou art Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the Lightest part, Love me in full Being.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

93. “The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

94. “All actual heroes are essential men, And all men possible heroes.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

95. “Life, struck sharp on death, Makes awful lightning.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

96. “Of writing many books there is no end.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

97. “Yes, I answered you last night; No, this morning, sir, I say: Colors seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

98. “Think, in mounting higher, the angels would press on us, and aspire to drop some golden orb of perfect song into our deep, dear silence.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

99. “Large, musing eyes, neither joyous nor sorry.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

100. “I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning