Quotes By Christina Rossetti

And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.

Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad.

I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on.

She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.

Silence is more musical than any song.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.

Obedience is the fruit of faith.

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.

Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.

My heart is like a singing bird.

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, "Where? What?" and turn away.