Quotes from Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The essence of all beauty, I call love, The attribute, the evidence, and end, The consummation to the inward sense Of beauty apprehended from without, I still call love.

World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.

Guess now who holds thee?'--'Death,' I said. But, there, The silver answer rang, . . . 'Not Death, but Love.

I love thee to the level of everyday's most quiet need, by sun and candle light...I love thee with the breath,smiles,t ears,of all my life.

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.

It was not the apple on the tree but the pair on the ground that caused the trouble in the garden of Eden.

Death forerunneth Love to win "Sweetest eyes were ever seen."

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.

Definition of Love: A score of zero in tennis. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life.

But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.

Love that endures, from life that disappears!

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

The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.

truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.

When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . .

Behold me! I am worthy Of thy loving, for I love thee!

I, who thought to sink, was caught up into love, and taught the whole of life in a new rhythm.

But since he had The genius to be loved, why let him have The justice to be honoured in his grave.

For none can express thee, though all should approve thee. I love thee so, Dear, that I only can love thee.

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.

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.

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

Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

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.