Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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A woman is always younger than a man at equal years.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

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

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

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

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

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.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

For tis not in mere death that men die most.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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?
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

He lives most life whoever breathes most air.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

He said true things, but called them by wrong names.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

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

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

If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Light tomorrow with today!
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

My sun sets to raise again.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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Robert Browning

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A minute's success pays the failure of years.
Robert Browning

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

Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.
Robert Browning

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Robert Browning

But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.
Robert Browning

Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
Robert Browning

Faultless to a fault.
Robert Browning

God is the perfect poet.
Robert Browning

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!
Robert Browning

I count life just a stuff to try the soul's strength on.
Robert Browning

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.
Robert Browning

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.
Robert Browning

If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.
Robert Browning

Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.
Robert Browning

Love is energy of life.
Robert Browning

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
Robert Browning

My sun sets to rise again.
Robert Browning

Never the time and the place and the loved one all together!
Robert Browning

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

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

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