Top 42 Quotes About Love Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#1. Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love.
Yet love me
wilt thou? Open thine heart wide,
And fold within, the wet wings of thy dove.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#3. Guess now who holds thee?" - "Death," I said. But, there, The silver answer rang, - "Not Death, but Love." - ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING
Wayne W. Dyer
#6. My love for him was so exquisitely pure that if we all were capable of giving and receiving such a beautiful gift the world would be a far more brilliant place; I think we'd all be poets.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#7. The soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,
And placed it by thee on a golden throne,
And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!)
Is by thee only, whom I love alone.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#9. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#11. Through heaven and earth
God's will moves freely, and I follow it,
As color follows light. He overflows
The firmamental walls with deity,
Therefore with love; His lightnings go abroad,
His pity may do so, His angels must,
Whene'er He gives them charges.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#13. But I love you, sir:
And when a woman says she loves a man,
The man must hear her, though he love her not.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#15. World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#16. 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
#17. You have touched me more profoundly than I thought even you could have touched me - my heart was full when you came here today. Henceforward I am yours for everything.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#18. Beloved, let us live so well our work shall still be better for our love, and still our love be sweeter for our work.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#19. Nor myrtle
which means chiefly love: and love
Is something awful which one dare not touch
So early o' mornings.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#22. A man may love a woman perfectly, and yet by no means ignorantly maintain a thousand women have not larger eyes. Enough that she alone has looked at him with eyes that, large or small, have won his soul.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#23. Definition of Love: A score of zero in tennis. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#24. Who can fear
Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll-
Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year?
Say thou dost love me, love me, love me-toll
The silver iterance!-only minding, Dear,
To love me also in silence, with thy soul.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#25. Men could not part us with their worldly jars,
Nor the seas change us, nor the tempests bend;
Our hands would touch for all the mountain-bars,
And, heaven being rolled between us at the end,
We should but vow the faster for the stars.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#26. Love me sweet
With all thou art
Feeling, thinking, seeing;
Love me in the Lightest part,
Love me in full Being.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#27. Earth may embitter, not remove,
The love divinely given;
And e'en that mortal grief shall prove
The immortality of love,
And lead us nearer heaven.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#28. For none can express thee, though all should approve thee.
I love thee so, Dear, that I only can love thee.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#30. But since he had The genius to be loved, why let him have The justice to be honoured in his grave.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#32. And yet, because I love thee, I obtain
From that same love this vindicating grace,
To live on still in love, and yet in vain
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#34. For me, my heart, that erst did go
Most like a tired child at a show,
That sees through tears the mummers leap,
Would now its wearied vision close,
Would childlike on His love repose,
Who giveth His Beloved, sleep.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#39. The critics could never mortify me out of heart - because I love poetry for its own sake, - and, tho' with no stoicism and some ambition, care more for my poems than for my poetic reputation.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#41. Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink
Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink,
Was caught up into love, and taught the whole
Of life in a new rhythm.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
