“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of being and ideal grace.I love thee to the level of every day'sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as men strive for right.I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.I love thee with the passion put to useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith 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.”
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of being and ideal grace.I love thee to the level of every day'sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as men strive for right.I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.I love thee with the passion put to useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith 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.”
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
“Yes," I answered you last night;"No," this morning, sir, I say.Colours seen by candlelightWill not look the same by day.”
Elizabeth Barrett Browning“I am one who could have forgotten the plague, listening to Boccaccio's stories; and I am not ashamed of it.”
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, The Letters of Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barret Barrett 1845-1846 Vol I“My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.”
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Letters of Elizabeth Barrett Browning to Mary Russell Mitford, 1836-1854“Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love.”
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning: Plus Sonnets from the Porte-Cochere by S. H. Bass“If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.”
Elizabeth Barrett Browning“An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be great at all.”
Elizabeth Barrett Browning“Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.”
Elizabeth Barrett Browning“What is genius but the power of expressing a new individuality?”
Elizabeth Barrett Browning“You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.”
Elizabeth Barrett Browning“The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, 'Let no one be called happy till his death;' to which I would add, 'Let no one, till his death, be called unhappy.'”
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