403 Quotes by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach

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.

God's gifts put men's best dreams to shame.

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!

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

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

I am one who could have forgotten the plague, listening to Boccaccio's stories; and I am not ashamed of it.