Christina Rossetti Quotes

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

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.

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.

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

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

To me it seems our duty towards the Bible is to obey its teaching in faith. I do not think we are bound to understand or account for all its utterances.

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

Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.

O Lord, I cannot plead my love of Thee: I plead Thy love of me: - the shallow conduit hails the unfathomed sea.

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

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

Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.

I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all?

I believe because I am told to believe ... My faith is faith; it is not evolved out of argumentation, nor does it seek the aid of that.

My heart is breaking for a little love

Observe this dew-drenched rose of Tyrian gardens A rose today. But you will ask in vain Tomorrow what it is; and yesterday It was the dust, the sunshine, and the rains.

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.

Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.

Why does the sea moan evermore? Shut out from heaven it makes its moan, It frets against the boundary shore; All earth's full rivers cannot fill The sea, that drinking thirsteth still.

It's surely summer. for there's a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.

Flowers preach to us if we will hear.

The violets whisper from the shade Which their own leaves have made: Men scent our fragrance on the air, Yet take no heed Of humble lessons we would read.

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.

Fair as the moon and joyful as the light; Tot wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright; Not as she is, but as she fills his dreams.

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

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

For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.

Heaven is the presence of God.

All things that pass Are wisdom's looking-glass.

Good deeds are many, but good lives are few.

Why one day in the country Is worth a month in town; Is worth a day and a year Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion That days drone elsewhere.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather.

Trust me, I have not earned your dear rebuke, I love, as you would have me, God the most; Would lose not Him, but you, must one be lost, Nor with Lot's wife cast back a faithless look Unready to forego what I forsook; This say I, having counted up the cost, This, tho' I be the feeblest of God's host, The sorriest sheep Christ shepherds with His crook. Yet while I love my God the most, I deem That I can never love you overmuch; I love Him more, so let me love you too; Yea, as I apprehend it, love is such I cannot love you if I love not Him. I cannot love Him if I love not you.

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

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

One day in the country Is worth a month in town

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.

Silence is more musical than any song.

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.

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 hairball trembling from its birth.

She cried, "Laura," up the garden, "Did you miss me? Come and kiss me. Never mind my bruises, Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices Squeezed from goblin fruits for you, Goblin pulp and goblin dew. Eat me, drink me, love me; Laura, make much of me; For your sake I have braved the glen And had to do with goblin merchant men.

Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again though cold in death; Come back to me in dreams, that I may give Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: Speak low, lean low, As long ago, my love, how long ago

Not as she is, but as she fills his dream

And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.

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

Obedience is the fruit of faith.