E. B. Browning Quotes

Definition of Love: A score of zero in tennis. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life.

I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless.

But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!

But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.

Capacity for joy Admits temptation.

Free men freely work: Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.

Life, struck sharp on death, Makes awful lightning.

Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?

Earth may embitter, not remove, The love divinely given; And e'en that mortal grief shall prove The immortality of love, And lead us nearer heaven.

The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.

I'm into video games, but only real specific lame video games.

A strange thing happens to me that I'm sure happens to a lot of actors when the camera starts rolling. I'm not 'me' any more.

I'm a very private person. I find it very daunting to have to give private parts of myself away to people, you know?

Sailor Moon' was my favorite cartoon of all time, and I'm still kind of obsessed with it. I own all the DVDs to watch it at home.

With young people, there's often that carelessness, allowing yourself to get into danger - recklessness, I suppose.

Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.

Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar.

A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: See all, nor be afraid!

I think, am sure, a brother's love exceeds All the world's loves in its unworldliness.

But there are times when patience proves at fault.

Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware.

Dear, dead women, with such hair, too--what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms?

Inscribe all human effort with one word, artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete!

There's a new tribunal now higher than God's -The educated man's!

Again the Cousin's whistle! Go, my Love.

Talent should minister to genius.

When the liquor's out, why clink the cannikin?

Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.

Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.

Outside are the storms and strangers: we — Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, — I and she!

Since there my past life lies, why alter it?

Oh, to be in England now that April's there.

The past is gained, secure, and on record.

Youth means love, Vows can't change nature, priests are only men.

All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.

If thou tastest a crust of bread, thou tastest all the stars and all the heavens.

Who knows most, doubts most.

But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?

Graved inside of it, "Italy".

Would you have your songs endure? Build on the human heart.

My business is not to remake myself, but to make the absolute best of what God made.

Earth is crammed with heavens.

All service ranks the same with God,- With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we: there is no last nor first.

What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.

How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!

I count life just a stuff To try the soul's strength on.

What's come to perfection perishes. Things learned on earth we shall practice in heaven; Works done least rapidly Art most cherishes.

Therefore I summon age / To grant youth's heritage.

Needs there groan a world in anguish just to teach us sympathy?

Twere too absurd to slight For the hereafter the todays delight!