Robert Browning Quotes

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

At last awake from life, that insane dream we take for waking now.

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

The devil, that old stager, who leads downward, perhaps, but fiddles all the way!

Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.

Time'swheelsrunsbackor stops: Potterand clayendure.

'Tis well averred, A scientific faith's absurd.

Be sure they sleep not whom God needs.

To do good things in the world, first you must know who you are and what gives meaning to your life.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

I know what I want and what I might gain, and yet, how profitless to know.

A man in armor is his armor's slave.

Truth that peeps Over the glass's edge when dinner's done.

Love is energy of life.

Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar.

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

O never star Was lost; here We all aspire to heaven and there is heaven Above us. If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time; I press God's lamp Close to my breast; its splendor soon or late Will pierce the gloom. I shall emerge some day.

Imperfection means perfection hid.

Earth is crammed with heavens.

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!

What joy is better than the news of friends?

All service ranks the same with God,- With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we: there is no last nor first.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

All poetry is putting the infinite within the finite.

It 's wiser being good than bad; It 's safer being meek than fierce; It 's fitter being sane than mad. My own hope is, a sun will pierce The thickest cloud earth ever stretched; That after Last returns the First, Though a wide compass round be fetched.

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

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

Our aspirations are our responsibilities.

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

How very hard it is to be a Christian!

Say not "a small event!" Why "small"? Costs it more pain that this ye call A "great event" should come to pass From that? Untwine me from the mass Of deeds which make up life, one deed Power shall fall short in or exceed!

There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with for evil so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.

A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: See all, nor be afraid!

Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll fail us: when afar You rise, remember one man saw you, Knew you, and named a star!

Graved inside of it, "Italy".

Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.

Silence 'tis awe decrees.

Death: the grand perhaps.

Where the heart lies, let the brain lie also.

That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture!

O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire.

Tis looking downward makes one dizzy.

A pretty woman's worth some pains to see.

Aspire, break bounds. Endeavor to be good, and better still, best.

For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.

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