Elizabeth Barrett Browning Quotes
30 quotes • Poet • Age 55
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach"
"You're something between a dream and a miracle."
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways."
"No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books."
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of being and ideal grace.I love thee to the level of every day'sMost 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 useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith 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."
"Earth's crammed with heaven...But only he who sees, takes off his shoes."
"I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you."
"I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out."
"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 pluck blackberries."
"You were made perfectly to be loved and surely I have loved you in the idea of you my whole life long."
"Love me sweet With all thou art Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the Lightest part, Love me in full Being."
"Books, books, books!I had found the secret of a garret roomPiled high with cases in my father’s name;Piled high, packed large,--where, creeping in and outAmong the giant fossils of my past,Like some small nimble mouse between the ribsOf a mastodon, I nibbled here and thereAt this or that box, pulling through the gap,In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy,The first book first. And how I felt it beatUnder my pillow, in the morning’s dark,An hour before the sun would let me read!My books!"