Christina Rossetti Quotes

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.

As a tree my sin stands To darken all lands; Death is the fruit it bore.

And may you happy live, And long us bless.

Obedience is the fruit of faith; patience is the early blossom on the tree of faith.

I watched a rose-bud very long Brought on by dew and sun and shower, Waiting to see the perfect flower: Then when I thought it should be strong It opened at the matin hour And fell at even-song.

Hope dead lives nevermore, No, not in heaven.

Why does the sea moan evermore? Shut out from heaven it makes its moan, It frets against the boundary shore; All earth's full rivers cannot fill The sea, that drinking thirsteth still.

The violets whisper from the shade Which their own leaves have made: Men scent our fragrance on the air, Yet take no heed Of humble lessons we would read.

Good deeds are many, but good lives are few.

Born in a stable, Cradled in a manger, In the world His hands have made, Born a stranger.

I have a room whereinto no one enters Save I myself alone: There sits a blessed memory on a throne, There my life centres.

All things that pass Are wisdom's looking-glass.

For I am bound with fleshly bands, Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope; I strain my heart, I stretch my hands, And catch at hope.

Rest, rest at the heart's core . . . till joy shall overtake.

Where are the songs I used to know, Where are the notes I used to sing? I have forgotten everything I used to know so long ago. ("The Key-Note")

The rose saith in the dewy morn, I am most fair; Yet all my loveliness is born Upon a thorn.

Why one day in the country Is worth a month in town; Is worth a day and a year Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion That days drone elsewhere.

What is pink? A rose is pink By the fountain's brink.

O Lord, I cannot plead my love of Thee: I plead Thy love of me: - the shallow conduit hails the unfathomed sea.

All earth's full rivers can not fillThe sea that drinking thirsteth still.

Fair as the moon and joyful as the light; Tot wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright; Not as she is, but as she fills his dreams.

A pin has a head, but has no hair

Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang When life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?

The city mouse lives in a house, The garden mouse lives in a bower

Observe this dew-drenched rose of Tyrian gardens A rose today. But you will ask in vain Tomorrow what it is; and yesterday It was the dust, the sunshine, and the rains.

I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all?

For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.

I believe because I am told to believe ... My faith is faith; it is not evolved out of argumentation, nor does it seek the aid of that.

The downhill path is easy, but there's no turning back.

To me it seems our duty towards the Bible is to obey its teaching in faith. I do not think we are bound to understand or account for all its utterances.

What is green? The grass is green, With small flowers between. What is violet? Clouds are violet In the summer twilight. What is orange? Why, an orange, Just an orange!

There is no time like Spring When life's alive in everything, Before new nestlings sing, Before cleft swallows speed their journey back Along the trackless track.

This life is but the passage of a day, This life is but a pang and all is over; But in the life to come which fades not away Every love shall abide and every lover.

It's surely summer. for there's a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.

To her whose heart is my heart's quiet home, To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome.

Ah me, but where are now the songs I sangWhen life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?

For if the darkness and corruption leaveA vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smileThan that you should remember and be sad.

Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad.

Love shall be our token love be yours and love be mine.

Can anything be sadder than work unfinished? Yes work never begun.

And all the winds go sighing, For sweet things dying

Who shall tell the lady's griefWhen her Cat was past relief?Who shall number the hot tearsShed o'er her, beloved for years?Who shall say the dark dismayWhich her dying caused that day?

What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow.What are brief? today and tomorrow.What are frail? spring blossoms and youth.What are deep? the ocean and truth.

Good folk, I have no coin, To take were to purloin:I have no copper in my purse, I have no silver either, And all my gold is on the furzeThat shakes in windy weatherAbove the rusy heather.

Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts, and no one thank.

Where there are no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts and no one to thank.

Morning and eveningMaids heard the goblins cry:'Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy