Elizabeth Barrett Browning Writing Quotations

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 heard an angel speak last night/And he said, "Write!"

Of writing many books there is no end.

Like to write? Of course, of course I do. I seem to live while I write - it is life, for me.

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.

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

You may write twenty lines one day--or even three like Euripides in three days--and a hundred lines in one more day--and yet on the hundred, may have been expended as much good work, as on the twenty and the three.