God's in His Heaven - All's right with the world!

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Good aims not always make good books.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Good to forgive Best to forget.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

His answer was - not the common gallantries which come so easily to the lips of me - but simply that he loved me - he met argument with fact. He told me - that with himself also, the early freshness of youth had gone by, & that throughout it, he had not been able to love any woman - that he loved now for the first time & the last.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How, Dearest, wilt thou have me for most use? A hope, to sing by gladly? Or a fine Sad memory, with thy songs to interphase? A shade, in which to sing—of palm or pine? A grave, on which to rest from singing? Choose.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day'most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. Furthermore, I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love the better after death.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I am one who could have forgotten the plague, listening to Boccaccio's stories; and I am not ashamed of it.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning