Alas, I have grieved, so I am hard to love.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And each man stands with his face in the light of his own drawn sword. Ready to do what a hero can.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And I breathe large at home. I drop my cloak, Unclasp my girdle, loose the band that ties My hair...now could I but unloose my soul! We are sepulchered alive in this close world, And want more room.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And trade is art, and art's philosophy, In Paris.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough, Between our faces, to cast light on each? -I drop it at thy feet. I cannot teach My hand to hold my spirits so far off From myself--me--that I should bring thee proofing words, of love hid in me out of reach. Nay, let the silence of my womanhood Commend my woman-love to thy belief, -Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed, And rend the garment of my life, in brief, By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude, Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And yet, because I love thee, I obtain From that same love this vindicating grace, To live on still in love, and yet in vain

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be great at all.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

A woman's always younger than a man of equal years.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Best be yourself imperial plain and true!

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Better far Pursue a frivolous trade by serious means, Than a sublime art frivolously.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning