Top 110 Quotes & Sayings by Christina Rossetti

I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on.

She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.

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

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

And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.

Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.

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

Silence is more musical than any song.

My heart is like a singing bird.

I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, 'Where? What?' and turn away.

Obedience is the fruit of faith.

Come to me in the silence of the night, Come to me in the speaking silence of a dream. Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright as sunlight on a stream. Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished years.

I have no wit, no words, no tears; My heart within me like a stone Is numb'd too much for hopes or fears; Look right, look left, I dwell alone; I lift mine eyes, but dimm'd with grief No everlasting hills I see; My life is in the falling leaf: O Jesus, quicken me.

Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.

In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.

Hope is like a harebell, trembling from its birth,Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth,Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white,Love is like a lovely rose, the world's delight.Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth,But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.

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.

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

Open wide the windows of our spirits and fill us full of light; open wide the door of our hearts, that we may receive and entertain Thee with all our powers of adoration.

A man is ever apt to contemplate himself out of all proportion to his surroundings.

Let bygones be bygones.

The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.

Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.

Christmas hath a darkness; Brighter than the blazing noon; Christmas hath a chillness Warmer than the heat of June, Christmas hath a beauty Lovelier than the world can show: For Christmas bringeth Jesus, Brought for us so low

Christmas hath a beauty ... lovelier than the world can show.

Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth.

Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine; Love was born at Christmas; Star and angels gave the sign.

Where innocent bright-eyes daisies are With blades of grass between, Each daisy stands up like a star Out of a sky of green.

Good deeds are many, but good lives are few.

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

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

What can I give Him, Poor as I am? If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb. If I were a Wise Man I would do my part. Yet what can I give Him? I give Him my heart.

Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterward remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.

Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.

January cold and desolate; February dripping wet; March wind ranges; April changes; Birds sing in tune To flowers of May, And sunny June Brings longest day; In scorched July The storm-clouds fly, Lightning-torn; August bears corn, September fruit; In rough October Earth must disrobe her; Stars fall and shoot In keen November; And night is long And cold is strong In bleak December.

Love loves for ever, And finds a sort of joy in pain, And gives with nought to take again, And loves too well to end in vain: Is the gain small then? Love laughs at "never", Outlives our life, exceeds the span Appointed to mere mortal man: All which love is and does and can Is all in all then.

Spring is when life's alive in everything.

Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:-- We are as they; Like them we fade away As doth a leaf.

Oh that it were with me As with the flower; Blooming on its own tree For butterfly and bee Its summer morns: That I might bloom mine hour A rose in spite of thorns. Oh that my work were done As birds' that soar Rejoicing in the sun: That when my time is run And daylight too, I so might rest once more Cool with refreshing dew.

O Lord, who art our guide even unto death, grant us, I pray Thee, grace to follow Thee whithersoever Thou goest. In little daily duties to which Thou callest us, bow down our wills to simple obedience.

One day in the country Is worth a month in town

I wonder if the sap is stirring yet, If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate, If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun And crocus fires are kindling one by one: Sing robin, sing: I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring.

And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.

O passing angel, speed me with a song, a melody of heaven to reach my heart and rouse me to the race and make me strong.

It is not the deed we do Though the deed be never so fair, But the love that the dear Lord looketh for, Hidden with lovely care In the heart of the deed so fair.

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

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

Flowers preach to us if we will hear.

Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.

Not as she is, but as she fills his dream

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

We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?

My heart is breaking for a little love

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.

What is the beginning? Love. What is the course. Love still. What the goal. The goal is love.

My life is like a faded leaf, My harvest dwindled to a husk: Truly my life is void and brief And tedious in the barren dusk; My life is like a frozen thing, No bud nor greenness can I see: Yet rise it shall - the sap of Spring; O Jesus, rise in me.

Heaven is the presence of God.

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