Quotes from Elizabeth Barrett Browning

True knowledge comes only through suffering

I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

Good aims not always make good books.

Never say No when the world says Aye

Pomegranates you may cut deep down the middle and see into, but not hearts,—so why should I try and speak?

It is rather when We gloriously forget ourselves, and plunge Soul-forward, headlong, into a book's profound, Impassioned for its beauty and salt of truth— 'Tis then we get the right good from a book.

Better far Pursue a frivolous trade by serious means, Than a sublime art frivolously.

I think of thee!-my thoughts do twine and bud About thee, as wild vines, about a tree... Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood I will not have my thoughts instead of thee Who art dearer, better!

Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love.

Di mana-mana terdapat rumput jelatang, Tapi rumput hijau yang lembut tetap lebih banyak, Kebiruan langit lebih luas daripada awan gelap.

How, Dearest, wilt thou have me for most use? A hope, to sing by gladly? or a fine Sad memory, with thy songs to interfuse? A shade, in which to sing—of palm or pine? A grave, on which to rest from singing? Choose.

O]ut of books / He taught me all the ignorance of men, / And how God laughs in heaven when any man / Says 'Here I'm learned; this, I understand; / In that, I am never caught at fault or doubt.

And here fantastic fishes duskly float, Using the calm for waters, while their fires Throb out quick rhythms along the shallow air.

Italy/Is one thing, England one.

It is the nature of the human mind to convey its own character to whatever substance it conveys, whether it convey metaphysical impressions from itself to another mind, or literary compositions from one to another language.

Unlike we are, unlike, O princely Heart! Unlike our uses and our destinies... Thou, bethink thee, art A guest for queens to social pageantries, With gages from a hundred brighter eyes Than tears even can make mine... What hast though to do With looking from the lattice-lights at me, A poor, tired, wandering singer...

Oh--this life, this life! There is comfort in it, they say, & I almost believe--but the brightest place in the house, is the leaning out of the window!--at least, for me.

Kula??na çal?nan sevdiÄŸin bir ses, Sustuysa, tatl?l???n? yitirdiyse aniden, Ç??l?kla y?rtmaya cesaret edemediÄŸin bir sessizlik, Kuvvetli, taze bir hastal?k gibi ac?t?yorsa seni, Ne ümidi? Ne yard?m?? Nas?l bir müzik silebilir, Bu sessizliÄŸi kulaklar?ndan?

This to certify that I am alive after all; yes, and getting stronger, and intending to be strong before long, though the sense left to me is of a peculiar frailty of being; no very marked opinion upon my hold of life. But life will last as long as God finds it useful for myself and others — which is enough, both for them and me.

An honest man's the noblest work of God." Alexander Pope Psalm 23:4 "Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.~Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1806 - 1861

What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wine Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue God for myself, He hears that name of thine, And sees within my eyes the tears of two.

Afterwards I thought it best to spare you any more farewells, which are upon human lips, of all words, the most natural, and of all the most painful.

Only it is right to bear in mind one fact, that, admitting the lawfulness of the coup d'état, you must not object to the dictatorship. And, admitting the temporary necessity of the dictatorship, it is absolute folly to expect under it the liberty and ease of a regular government.

Flush likes civilised life, and the society of little dogs with turned-up tails, such as Florence abounds with. Unhappily it abounds also with fleas, which afflict poor Flush to the verge sometimes of despair. Fancy Robert and me down on our knees combing him, with a basin of water on one side! He suffers to such a degree from fleas that I cannot bear to witness it. He tears off his pretty curls through the irritation. Do you know of a remedy?