I f thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say, I love her for her smile ... her look ... her way Of speaking gently ... for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and, certes, brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day- For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee-and love so wrought, May be unwrought so.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningBooks are men of higher stature, and the only men that speak aloud for future times to hear.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningAnd I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our incompleteness; Round our restlessness, His rest.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning