Quotes from Christina Rossetti

Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth.

Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.

In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.

My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit.

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.

She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.

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.

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.

Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.

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.

O Lord, I cannot plead my love of Thee: I plead Thy love of me: - the shallow conduit hails the unfathomed sea.

Love shall be our token love be yours and love be mine.

Better by far you should forget and smile, than that you should remember and be sad.

Can anything be sadder than work unfinished? Yes; work never begun.

We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?

A man is ever apt to contemplate himself out of all proportion to his surroundings.

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.

Obedience is the fruit of faith.

Obedience is the fruit of faith.

Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts and no one to thank.

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.

Silence is more musical than any song.

Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.