Light tomorrow with today!

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Love doesn't make the world go round Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Love me sweet With all thou art Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the Lightest part, Love me in full Being.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Many a fervid man writes books as cold and flat as graveyard stones.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

My letters! All dead paper, mute and white! And yet they seem alive and quivering Against my tremulous hands which loose the string And let them drop on my knee to-night. This said, -- he wished to have me in his sight Once, as a friend: this fixed a day in spring To come and touch my hand ... a simple thing, Yet I wept for it! -- this, ... the paper's light ... Said, Dear I love thee; and I sank and quailed As if God's future thundered on my past. This said, I am thine -- and so its ink has paled With lying at my heart that beat too fast. And this ... O Love, thy words have ill availed If, what this said, I dared repeat at last!

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Oh, to be in England Now that April's there.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it "Italy."

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Our Euripides the human, With his droppings of warm tears, and his touchings of things common Till they rose to meet the spheres.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning