“100+ Elizabeth Barrett Browning Quotes” is a compilation of poetic and insightful quotes from the celebrated English poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning. With over a hundred thought-provoking quotes, this collection reveals the depth of Browning’s understanding of love, art, and the human condition. Each quote is a window into her eloquent and passionate expressions, making it a treasure trove for poetry enthusiasts and those who appreciate the beauty of language. Whether you seek to explore matters of the heart or simply wish to delve into the world of classical poetry, this anthology offers a rich source of inspiration and reflection through the words of a literary icon.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning Quotes
Light tomorrow with today.
Earth’s crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God.
No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.
God’s gifts put man’s best dreams to shame.
Books, books, books! I had found the secret of a garret-room.
The great always have kindness enough to go around.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints.
He lives most life whoever breathes most air.
Pain’s furnace heat within me quivers.
It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.
Love, hope, fear, faith—these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.
The face of all the world is changed, I think, since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul move still, oh, still, beside me.
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be.
What is genius but finer love?
Love is best.
The individual is paramount. Only love will cast out the love of power.
God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, and thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, a gauntlet with a gift in it.
Measure your mind’s height by the shade it casts.
The beautiful seems right by force of beauty, and the feeble wrong because of weakness.
Earth is crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God; but only he who sees takes off his shoes.
If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.
What’s this, my love, my love, that dares to be? Now on my lips, now in my eyes I meet him, the light, the demon kindles at a name.
He said true things, but called them by wrong names.
It takes a woman’s love to make a man’s life worth living.
Earth’s crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God.
The best thing to do in life is to lie down beside the road for others to walk on.
And to love rather than be loved, and to do rather than simply to be.
Perfect love is the most beautiful of all frustrations because it is more than one can express.
The little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday among the fields above the sea.
I have been here before, but when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, the sweet keen smell.
With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right that music of my nature.
Who so loves believes the impossible.
With the wild man’s grief, to see a woman weep.
It is not merely the likeness which is precious… but the association and the sense of nearness involved in the thing… the fact of the very shadow of the person lying there fixed forever!
God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, and thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, a gauntlet with a gift in it.
What is genius but finer love?
Whoever reads me will be in the thick of the scrimmage.
It takes a woman’s love to make a man’s life worth living.
What’s this, my love, my love, that dares to be? Now on my lips, now in my eyes I meet him, the light, the demon kindles at a name.
And to love rather than be loved, and to do rather than simply to be.
Perfect love is the most beautiful of all frustrations because it is more than one can express.
The best thing to do in life is to lie down beside the road for others to walk on.
And what I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes.
The little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday among the fields above the sea.
I have been here before, but when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, the sweet keen smell.
With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right that music of my nature.
Who so loves believes the impossible.
With the wild man’s grief, to see a woman weep.
It is not merely the likeness which is precious… but the association and the sense of nearness involved in the thing… the fact of the very shadow of the person lying there fixed forever!
I thank all who have laughed at my quips, my fables, and my figures of speech; they were my friends.
The heart lies buried, and glory hides the grave.
When the heart is full, it may run over.
I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life.
God’s gifts put man’s best dreams to shame.
Love is the only gold.
The one who never fell never climbed.
Love inverts the pyramid.
A woman’s always younger than a man at equal years.
Quickly comes reason to help me and memory, her helper, come back again.
Every morning brings new potential, but if you dwell on the misfortunes of the day before, you tend to overlook tremendous opportunities.
The heart lies buried, and glory hides the grave.
When the heart is full, it may run over.
I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life.
God’s gifts put man’s best dreams to shame.
Love is the only gold.
The one who never fell never climbed.
Love inverts the pyramid.
A woman’s always younger than a man at equal years.
Quickly comes reason to help me and memory, her helper, come back again.
Every morning brings new potential, but if you dwell on the misfortunes of the day before, you tend to overlook tremendous opportunities.
What is genius but the power of expressing a new individuality?
Love is the only fire that is hot enough to melt the iron obstinacy of a creatures’ will.
Light, so low upon earth, you send a flash to the sun. Here is the golden close of love, all my wooing is done.
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.
And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, and asleep in dull cold marble, where no mention of me must be heard of, say, I taught thee.
Happiness is always a by-product. It is probably a matter of temperament, and for anything I know it may be glandular.
The thirst for vengeance was the first to be slaked in the hearts of the proudest of mankind.
I am the daughter of Earth and Water, and the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die.
The world’s male chivalry has perished out, but women are knights-errant to the last.
Earth’s crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God; But only he who sees, takes off his shoes, the rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.
It takes a woman’s love to make a man a poet.
Man’s reach should exceed his grasp.
God’s in His heaven, all’s right with the world.
Who so loves believes the impossible.
Light tomorrow with today.
He has no servant, lord or king— just God and God alone.
Perfect love is the most beautiful of all frustrations because it is more than one can express.
My sun sets to rise again.
I thank all who have laughed at my quips, my fables, and my figures of speech; they were my friends.
You were made perfectly to be loved—and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.
The work of a critic is easy: it is to say what went wrong.
The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, ‘Let no one be called happy till his death.’
It was roses, roses all the way.
And every common bush afire with God.
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, where the servants cast their shadow on the door.
Love is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken.
You called me, and I came home to your heart.
What is genius but the power of expressing a new individuality?
Light, so low upon earth, you send a flash to the sun. Here is the golden close of love, all my wooing is done.
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.
