Elizabeth Barrett Browning Love Quotations

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

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

What I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes.

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white.

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you

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.

And if God choose I shall but love thee better after death.

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.

Who so loves believes the impossible.

Whoever lives true life, will love true love.

Guess now who holds thee?'--'Death,' I said. But, there, The silver answer rang, . . . 'Not Death, but Love.

The essence of all beauty, I call love, The attribute, the evidence, and end, The consummation to the inward sense Of beauty apprehended from without, I still call love.

The man, most man, Works best for men, and, if most men indeed, He gets his manhood plainest from his soul: While, obviously, this stringent soul itself Obeys our old rules of development; The Spirit ever witnessing in ours, And Love, the soul of soul, within the soul, Evolving it sublimely.

Art is much, but love is more ...

Nor myrtle--which means chiefly love: and love Is something awful which one dare not touch So early o' mornings.

But I love you, sir: And when a woman says she loves a man, The man must hear her, though he love her not.

Definition of Love: A score of zero in tennis. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life.

Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love, thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.

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,-I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

OF writing many books there is no end; And I who have written much in prose and verse For others' uses, will write now for mine,- Will write my story for my better self, As when you paint your portrait for a friend, Who keeps it in a drawer and looks at it Long after he has ceased to love you, just To hold together what he was and is.

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

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

Beloved, let us live so well our work shall still be better for our love, and still our love be sweeter for our work.

My love for him was so exquisitely pure that if we all were capable of giving and receiving such a beautiful gift the world would be a far more brilliant place; I think we'd all be poets.

When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . .

But since he had The genius to be loved, why let him have The justice to be honoured in his grave.

Whoso loves, believes in the impossible

But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.

Death forerunneth Love to win "Sweetest eyes were ever seen."

I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

It is not merely the likeness which is precious... but the association and the sense of nearness involved in the thing... the fact of the very shadow of the person lying there fixed forever! It is the very sanctification of portraits I think - and it is not at all monstrous in me to say that I would rather have such a memorial of one I dearly loved, than the noblest Artist's work ever produced.

I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life.

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.

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