quotes by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.

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— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach when feeling out of sight."
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"All actual heros are essential men,
And all men possible heroes."
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning (Aurora Leigh)

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I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you

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— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"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 and pick blackberries.
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— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument."
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning (Letters of Elizabeth Barrett Browning to Mary Russell Mitford, 1836-1854)

"I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears of all my life."
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning (Sonnets from the Portuguese)

"God's gifts put men's best dreams to shame."
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

""No man can be called friendless when he has God and the companionship of good books.""
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"Earth's crammed with heaven. And every common bush afire with God; and only he who sees takes off his shoes."
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"Earth's crammed with heaven"
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"the sun sets to rise agian"
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning (Poems and Letters)

"girls blush,sometimes, because they are alive,Half wishing they were dead to save the shame.The sudden blush devours them,neck and brow;They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats,and flare up bodily,wings and all.What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or a girl?"
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning (Little Book of Love Poems)

"Earth’s crammed with heaven And every common bush afire with God;
But only he who sees takes off his shoes, The rest sit around and pluck the blackberries."
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"The little cares that fretted me,
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields above the sea,
Among the winds at play."
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"The critics say that epics have died out with Agamemnon and the goat-nursed gods; I'll not believe it. I could never deem as Payne Knight did, that Homer's heroes measured twelve feet high. They were but men: -his Helen's hair turned grey like any plain Miss Smith's who wears a front; And Hector's infant whimpered at a plume as yours last Friday at a turkey-cock. All heroes are essential men, and all men possible heroes: every age, heroic in proportions, double faced, looks backward and before, expects a morn and claims an epos."
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise...
I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death."
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"What is art but the life upon the larger scale, the higher. When, graduating up in a spiral line of still expanding and ascending gyres, it pushes toward the intense significance of all things, hungry for the infinite?"
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"Gods gifts put man`s best dreams to shame"
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning (The Complete Poetical Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning)

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
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.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
-How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)"
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature."
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"You were made perfectly to be loved and surely I have loved you in the idea of you my whole life long. "
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"Books, books, books had found the secret of a garret-room
piled high with cases in my father's name;
Piled high, packed large, --where, creeping in and out
among the giant fossils of my past, like some small nimble mouse
between the ribs of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there
at this or that box, pulling through the gap, in heats
of terror, haste, victorious joy, the first book first.
And how I felt it beat under my pillow, in the morning's dark.
An hour before the sun would let me read!
My books!"
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

"...But the child's sob in silence curses deeper / Than the strong man in his wrath."
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning (The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning.)