E. B. Browning Quotes

Why stay we on earth except to grow?

When pain ends gain ends too.

Your children are not dead. They are just waiting until the world deserves them.

Ah but a man's reach should exceed his grasp or what's a heaven for?

Man's reach should exceed his grasp or what's a heaven for?

So free we seem so fettered fast we are!

When a man's busy leisure strikes him as a wonderful pleasure and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to be busy.

I... know what I do and am unmoved by men's blame or their praise either.

When the fight begins within himself a man's worth something.

I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne'er a word said she But oh the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me.

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be.

Strike when thou wilt the hour of rest but let my last days be my best.

T'were too absurd to slight for the hereafter the day's delight!

Autumn wins you best by this: its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so: life's business being just the terrible choice.

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?

Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.

Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love.

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.

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God.

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

The advantage of being married a long time was that one could argue without the necessity of the other's actual, physical presence.

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

Good aims not always make good books.

It is rather whenWe gloriously forget ourselves, and plungeSoul-forward, headlong, into a book's profound, Impassioned for its beauty and salt of truth--'Tis then we get the right good from a book.

Becoming aware of the dearness in what might otherwise be regarded as mundane is the ultimate form of insight.

And I breathe large at home. I drop my cloak, Unclasp my girdle, loose the band that tiesMy hair...now could I but unloose my soul!We are sepulchred alive in this close world, And want more room.

The wisest word man reaches is the humblest he can speak.

It's not that [writers] are pompous jerks. We are insecure. We feel like we're fading away in this vast sea of scriveners.

And yet, because I love thee, I obtainFrom that same love this vindicating grace, To live on still in love, and yet in vain

Who needed Prozac when a girl could get Pillsbury without a prescription?" ~Allie Shelby, Personal Assets

The heart doth recognise thee, Alone, alone! The heart doth smell thee sweet, Doth view thee fair, doth judge thee most complete, —-Though seeing now those changes that disguise thee.

Being connected to everything has disconnected us from ourselves and the preciousness of this present moment.

You have touched me more profoundly than I thought even you could have touched me - my heart was full when you came here today. Henceforward I am yours for everything.

Why do I get the feeling that to say "fancy meeting you here" would hardly be apt? Sharks can smell blood from miles away, I hear.

If God shall choose I shall love thee but better after death

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.

I burned by bridges so the devil couldn't follow me.

In the beginning we seek truth. In the middle we seek reason. In the end we seek peace.

Do you know the one about how politics is show business for the ugly? State politics is show business for ugly people who can't remember their lines.

Earth changes but thy soul and God stand sure.

Do ye hear the children weeping O my brothers?

Just for a handful of silver he left us Just for a ribbon to stick in his coat.

Oh to be in England Now that April's there.

Good to forgive Best to forget.

God's in His Heaven - All's right with the world!

Open my heart and you will see Graved inside of it "Italy."

Love doesn't make the world go round Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.