Top 100 Rossetti's Quotes
#1. I think you should ignore Sara Teasdale (she's a bit of a moper, to be honest.).
Take Christina Rossetti's advice and be fire.
Mary Jane Hathaway
#3. Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.
Christina Rossetti
#4. What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb.
If I were a Wise Man
I would do my part.
Yet what can I give Him?
I give Him my heart.
Christina Rossetti
#5. A recurring image in the work of the Rossetti circle was that of a woman absorbed in self-contemplation, gazing into a mirror or combing her hair.
Elizabeth Prettejohn
#6. Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;
My silent heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
For a dream's sake.
Christina Rossetti
#7. The worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful and has nobody to thank.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
#8. Good folk, I have no coin,
To take were to purloin:
I have no copper in my purse,
I have no silver either,
And all my gold is on the furze
That shakes in windy weather
Above the rusy heather.
Christina Rossetti
#10. Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.
Christina Rossetti
#11. Was it a friend or foe that spread these lies; Nay, who but infants question in such wise, twas one of my most intimate enemies.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
#12. Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine; Love was born at Christmas; Star and angels gave the sign.
Christina Rossetti
#14. Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.
Christina Rossetti
#15. Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.
Christina Rossetti
#16. Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang
When life was sweet because you call'd them sweet?
Christina Rossetti
#17. Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death;
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low,
As long ago, my love, how long ago
Christina Rossetti
#18. Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky: So this winged hour is dropt to us from above. Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, This close-companioned inarticulate hour When twofold silence was the song of love.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
#19. This life is but the passage of a day,
This life is but a pang and all is over;
But in the life to come which fades not away
Every love shall abide and every lover.
Christina Rossetti
#21. Obedience is the fruit of faith;
patience is the early blossom on the tree of faith.
Christina Rossetti
#22. I rely on a backbone of books and, for the most part, it's enough to keep me quiet, half-drugged with dreams of imaginary worlds.
Rinsai Rossetti
#23. He feeds upon her face by day and night,
And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light:
Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;
Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;
Not as she is, but as she fills his dream.
Christina Rossetti
#24. Love, which is quickly kindled in the gentle heart, seized this man for the fair form that was taken from me, the manner still hurts me. Love which absolves no beloved one from loving, seized me so strongly with his charm that, as thou seest, it does not leave me yet
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
#26. I charge you at the Judgement make it plain,
My love of you was life and not a breath.
Christina Rossetti
#28. Fallen from sonship, beggared of grace,
Grant me. Father, a servant's place.
Christina Rossetti
#29. All earth's full rivers can not fillThe sea that drinking thirsteth still.
Christina Rossetti
#32. Gather a shell from the strewn beach And listen at its lips: they sigh The same desire and mystery, The echo of the whole sea's speech.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
#33. Who shall tell the lady's grief
When her Cat was past relief?
Who shall number the hot tears
Shed o'er her, beloved for years?
Who shall say the dark dismay
Which her dying caused that day?
Christina Rossetti
#35. I am not as these are, the poet saithIn youth's pride, and the painter, among menAt bay, where never pencil comes nor pem
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
#36. You have been mine before - How long ago I may not know: But just when at that swallow's soar, your neck turned so, Some veil did fall, - I knew it all of yore.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
#37. It's surely summer. for there's a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.
Christina Rossetti
#38. And sometimes I remember days of old
When fellowship seemed not so far to seek,
And all the world and I seemed much less cold,
And at the rainbow's foot lay surely gold,
And hope felt strong, and life itself not weak.
Christina Rossetti
#39. Spring's an expansive time: yet I don't trust
March with its peck of dust,
Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers,
Nor even May, whose flowers
One frost may wither thro' the sunless hours.
Christina Rossetti
#41. For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.
Christina Rossetti
#45. Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you: But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by.
Christina Rossetti
#46. Oh roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime; But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time.
Christina Rossetti
#49. I have been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
#50. Oh how the family affections combat
Within this heart, and each hour flings a bomb at
My burning soul! Neither from owl nor from bat
Can peace be gained until I clasp my wombat.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
#51. There is no time like Spring
When life's alive in everything,
Before new nestlings sing,
Before cleft swallows speed their journey back
Along the trackless track.
Christina Rossetti
#52. To her whose heart is my heart's quiet home,
To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome.
Christina Rossetti
#54. What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow. What are brief? today and tomorrow. What are frail? spring blossoms and youth. What are deep? the ocean and truth.
Christina Rossetti
#55. For I have hedged me with a thorny hedge,
I live alone, I look to die alone:
Yet sometimes, when a wind sighs through the sedge,
Ghosts of my buried years, and friends come back,
My heart goes sighing after swallows flown
On sometime summer's unreturning track.
Christina Rossetti
#56. Then a hundred sad voices lifted a wail,
And a hundred glad voices piped on the gale:
'Time is short, life is short,' they took up the tale:
'Life is sweet, love is sweet, use to-day while you may;
Love is sweet, and to-morrow may fail;
Love is sweet, use to-day.
Christina Rossetti
#57. I watched a rose-bud very long
Brought on by dew and sun and shower,
Waiting to see the perfect flower:
Then when I thought it should be strong
It opened at the matin hour
And fell at even-song.
Christina Rossetti
#58. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their head, The wind is passing by.
Christina Rossetti
#59. O Lord, I cannot plead my love of Thee: I plead Thy love of me: - the shallow conduit hails the unfathomed sea.
Christina Rossetti
#60. O passing angel, speed me with a song, a melody of heaven to reach my heart and rouse me to the race and make me strong.
Christina Rossetti
#63. I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on.
Christina Rossetti
#65. Where are the songs I used to know, Where are the notes I used to sing? I have forgotten everything I used to know so long ago. ("The Key-Note")
Christina Rossetti
#66. O Lord, who art our guide even unto death, grant us, I pray Thee, grace to follow Thee whithersoever Thou goest. In little daily duties to which Thou callest us, bow down our wills to simple obedience.
Christina Rossetti
#67. The violets whisper from the shade Which their own leaves have made: Men scent our fragrance on the air, Yet take no heed Of humble lessons we would read.
Christina Rossetti
#68. I am unlike most other people because I began, not in the body of my mother, but in the brain of my father. He invented me, you see. He sat down one day and dreamed me up. -- The Girl With Borrowed Wings
Rinsai Rossetti
#70. The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.
Christina Rossetti
#71. It is not the deed we do Though the deed be never so fair, But the love that the dear Lord looketh for, Hidden with lovely care In the heart of the deed so fair.
Christina Rossetti
#72. Life is not always about happy endings. Sometimes it's about finding happiness in the ending you get.
Chip Rossetti
#74. Everyone looks like they've just stepped out of a Dante Gabriel Rossetti painting that he never got around to finishing because even he knew it was too over the top. It
Joe Queenan
#75. Promise me no promises,
So will I not promise you:
Keep we both our liberties,
Never false and never true:
Let us hold the die uncast,
Free to come as free to go:
For I cannot know your past,
And of mine what can you know?
Christina Rossetti
#76. I have no heart?
Perhaps I have not;
But then you're mad to take offence
That I don't give you what I have not got:
Use your own common sense.
Christina Rossetti
#77. Beautiful, delightful, noble, memorable, as is the world, I yet am well content in my shady crevice.
Christina Rossetti
#78. No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes
Virginia Woolf
#81. From perfect grief there need not beWisdom or even memory;One thing then learned remains to me -The woodspurge has a cup of three.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
#82. For there is no friend like a sister
In calm or stormy weather;
To cheer one on the tedious way,
To fetch one if one goes astray,
To lift one if one totters down,
To strengthen whilst one stands
Christina Rossetti
#83. Morning and evening
Maids heard the goblins cry:
'Come buy our orchard fruits,
Come buy, come buy
Christina Rossetti
#84. The city mouse lives in a house, The garden mouse lives in a bower
Christina Rossetti
#87. As a tree my sin stands
To darken all lands;
Death is the fruit it bore.
Christina Rossetti
#88. Conception, my boy, fundamental brain work, is what makes all the difference in art.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
#89. The hard thin body of my childhood was just beginning to miraculously soften like the cracked ground of wadi when rain falls.
Rinsai Rossetti
#90. Come to me in the silence of the night,
Come to me in the speaking silence of a dream.
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright as sunlight on a stream.
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.
Christina Rossetti
#91. Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts, and no one thank.
Christina Rossetti
#92. Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been;
I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
#93. I used to come here to think," he told me, landing beside the tree. It was so short that my head was only a few inches above his.
"Sangris," I said in shock, "you think? When did this start?
Rinsai Rossetti
#94. A Sonnet is a
moment's
monument,
Memorial from the
Soul's eternity
To one dead
deathless hour.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
#95. Give honour unto Luke Evangelist; For he it was (the aged legends say) Who first taught Art to fold her hands and pray.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
#96. He. Does there have to be a he? It seems weak and unoriginal doesn't it, for stories told by girls to always have a he?
Rinsai Rossetti
#97. Christmas hath a darkness;
Brighter than the blazing noon;
Christmas hath a chillness
Warmer than the heat of June,
Christmas hath a beauty
Lovelier than the world can show:
For Christmas bringeth Jesus,
Brought for us so low
Christina Rossetti
#98. I do not see them here; but after death God knows I know the faces I shall see, Each one a murdered self, with low last breath. 'I am thyself,what hast thou done to me?' 'And Iand Ithyself,' (lo! each one saith,) 'And thou thyself to all eternity!
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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