Top 340 Quotes & Sayings by Robert Browning - Page 3

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

The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead.

The heavens and earth stay as they were; my heart Beats as it beat: the truth remains the truth.

Generations pass while some tree stands, and old families last not three oaks.

Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.

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

Such ever was love's way: to rise, it stoops.

Truth is truth howe'er it strike.

Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!

From the sprinkled isles, Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.

Graved inside of it, "Italy".

Death: the grand perhaps.

What so wild as words are?

All poetry is putting the infinite within the finite.

Most progress is most failure.

Man seeks his own good at the whole world's cost.

Can we love but on condition that the thing we love must die?

Let friend trust friends, and love demand love's like.

No, when the fight begins within himself, / A man's worth something.

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

How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark Autumn evenings come, And where, my soul, is thy pleasant hue? With the music of all thy voices, dumb In life’s November too! I shall be found by the fire, suppose, O’er a great wise book as beseemeth age, While the shutters flap as the cross-wind blows, And I turn the page, and I turn the page, Not verse now, only prose!

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

Lose who may-I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they!

A pretty woman's worth some pains to see.

How strange now, looks the life he makes us lead; So free we seem, so fettered fast we are!

God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her.

O world, as God has made it! All is beauty.

That moment she was mine, mine, fair, Perfectly pure and good: I found A thing to do, and all her hair In one long yellow string I wound Three times her little throat around, And strangled her. No pain felt she; I am quite sure she felt no pain. As a shut bud that holds a bee, I warily oped her lids: again Laughed the blue eyes without a stain. And I untightened the next tress About her neck; her cheek once more Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss . . .

I have lived, And seen God's hand thro a life time, And all was for the best.

Is your love for the Lord sufficient to give all your time and talents to his work?

'Tis an awkward thing to play with souls.

Mothers, wives and maids, These be the tools with which priests manage men.

In this world, who can do a thing, will not; And who would do it, cannot, I perceive: Yet the will's somewhat — somewhat, too, the power — And thus we half-men struggle.

Life is an empty dream.

What a name! Was it love or praise? Speech half-asleep or song half-awake? I must learn Spanish, one of these days, Only for that slow sweet name's sake.

The common problem, yours, mine, everyone's Is ? not to fancy what were fair in life Provided it could be ? but, finding first What may be, then find how to make it fair Up to our means.

The only fault's with time; All men become good creatures: but so slow!

Who knows but the world may end tonight

But God has a few of us to whom he whispers in the ear; The rest may reason and welcome; 'tis we musicians know.

Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbeloving; Unless you can die when the dream is past- Oh, never call it loving!

In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an itch for the praise of fools - that's vanity

grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.

We mortals cross the ocean of this world Each in his average cabin of a life; The bests not big, the worst yields elbowroom.

Silence 'tis awe decrees.

The past is gained, secure, and on record.

Ah, love, - you are my unutterable blessing.....I am in full sunshine now.

Believeth with the life, the pain shall stop.

In the first is the last, in thy will is my power to believe.

Who knows most, doubts most.

Men are not angels, neither are they brutes.

Then welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!

Each life unfulfilled, you see; It hangs still, patchy and scrappy: We have not sighed deep, laughed free, Starved, feasted, despaired,—been happy.

What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up, And be discharged, and straight wound up anew? No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets: May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.

I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive,- what time, what circuit first, I ask not; but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time.

The world and life's too big to pass for a dream

Desire joy and thank God for it. Renounce it, if need be, for other's sake. That's joy beyond joy.

When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.

Since there my past life lies, why alter it?

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

What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth — Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?