403 Quotes by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if before the days grew rough We once were lov'd, us'd -- well enough, I think, we've far'd, my heart and I.

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.

Thou large-brain'd woman and large-hearted man.

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

Life, struck sharp on death, Makes awful lightning.

OF writing many books there is no end; And I who have written much in prose and verse For others' uses, will write now for mine,- Will write my story for my better self, As when you paint your portrait for a friend, Who keeps it in a drawer and looks at it Long after he has ceased to love you, just To hold together what he was and is.

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

Of writing many books there is no end.

My sun sets to raise again.