E. B. Browning Quotes

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers?

Gaze up at the stars knowing that I see the same sky and wish the same sweet dreams.

Never say No when the world says Aye.

If all the world is a stage and life is just a play upon it, get me two seats in the stalls.

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.

And each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can.

As is your sort of mind, So is your sort of search: You will find what you desire.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!

Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed It's petals up.

He lives most life whoever breathes most air.

I judge people by what they might be, - not are, nor will be.

Love me sweet With all thou art Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the Lightest part, Love me in full Being.

A minute's success pays the failure of years.

Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.

Who so loves believes the impossible.

Must in death your daylight finish? My sun sets to rise again.

All actual heroes are essential men, And all men possible heroes.

Of all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is. For gift or grace, surpassing this-- He giveth His beloved sleep.

What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?

Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.

An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be great at all.

This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which back they give at cross-time on a sponge, In bitter vinegar.

For life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o' the prize of learning love.

Where the heart lies, let the brain lie also.

Every wish Is like a prayer--with God.

God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.

There are those who believe something, and therefore will tolerate nothing; and on the other hand, those who tolerate everything, because they believe nothing.

I wish I were the lily's leaf To fade upon that bosom warm, Content to wither, pale and brief, The trophy of thy paler form.

Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.

Sing, seraph with the glory! heaven is high. Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low. The universe's inward voices cry "Amen" to either song of joy and woe. Sing, seraph, poet! sing on equally!

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!

Guess now who holds thee?'--'Death,' I said. But, there, The silver answer rang, . . . 'Not Death, but Love.

Truth never hurts the teller.

Progress is The law of life: man is not Man as yet.

O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire.

If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.

how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

True knowledge comes only through suffering.

If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.

My love for him was so exquisitely pure that if we all were capable of giving and receiving such a beautiful gift the world would be a far more brilliant place; I think we'd all be poets.

Yes, I answered you last night; No, this morning, sir, I say: Colors seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day.

Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.

The world's male chivalry has perished out, but women are knights-errant to the last; and, if Cervantes had been greater still, he had made his Don a Donna.

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.

It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.

What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.

It's wiser being good than bad; It's safer being meek than fierce: It's fitter being sane than mad.

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.

I felt much better when I started to become myself a bit more and to spend time with people who I genuinely liked as opposed to the people I felt I should be spending time with.