Quotes By Robert Browning

The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!

Never the time and the place and the loved one all together!

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.

No, when the fight begins within himself, A man's worth something.

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

That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture!

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.

A minute's success pays the failure of years.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.

Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?

Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.

Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!

All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.

It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp. Or what's a heaven for?

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.

Faultless to a fault.

What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?