Robert browning quotes

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

I judge people by what they might be, - not are, nor will be.

From the sprinkled isles, Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.

You never know what life means till you die; even throughout life, tis death that makes life live.

Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain

It 's wiser being good than bad; It 's safer being meek than fierce; It 's fitter being sane than mad. My own hope is, a sun will pierce The thickest cloud earth ever stretched; That after Last returns the First, Though a wide compass round be fetched.

Look not down but up!

God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

I have lived, And seen God's hand thro a life time, And all was for the best.

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

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.

At last awake from life, that insane dream we take for waking now.

Love is the energy of life.

Who knows most, doubts most; entertaining hope means recognizing fear.

When is man strong until he feels alone?

But facts are facts and flinch not.

Why stay on the earth except to grow.

Rejoice that man is hurled, From change to change unceasingly, His soul's wings never furled!

I hold that a man should strive to the uttermost for his life's set prize.

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

Men are not angels, neither are they brutes.

Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.

Earth is crammed with heavens.

Art remains the one way possible of speaking truth.

No thought which ever stirred A human breast should be untold.

Lose who may-I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they!

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!

God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her.

When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.

The great mind knows the power of gentleness.

Ignorance is not innocence but sin.

Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.

Must in death your daylight finish? My sun sets to rise again.

Life is an empty dream.

If you can sit at set of sun And count the deeds that you have done And counting find oneself-denying act, one word That eased the heart of him that heard. One glance most kind, Which fell like sunshine where he went, Then you may count that day well spent.

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

grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.

For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.

how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

Wander at will, Day after day,-- Wander away, Wandering still-- Soul that canst soar! Body may slumber: Body shall cumber Soul-flight no more.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

The world and life's too big to pass for a dream

Where the heart lies, let the brain lie also.

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

There are those who believe something, and therefore will tolerate nothing; and on the other hand, those who tolerate everything, because they believe nothing.

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

Escape me? Never, beloved! While I am I, and you are you.

He who did well in war just earns the right, To begin doing well in peace.

Success in marriage is more than finding the right person: it is being the right person.

To do good things in the world, first you must know who you are and what gives meaning to your life.

Night conceals a world but reveals a universe.

I want to know a butcher paints, A baker rhymes for his pursuit, Candlestick-maker much acquaints His soul with song, or, haply mute, Blows out his brains upon the flute.

Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.

On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.

O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire.

For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain, Then a light, then thy breast, O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again, And with God be the rest!

T'was a thief said the last kind word to Christ. Christ took the kindness and forgave the theft.

To me at least was never evening yet, but seemed far beautifuller than its day.

You call for faith: I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists. The more of doubt, the stronger faith, I say, If faith o'ercomes doubt.

For life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o' the prize of learning love.

Let friend trust friends, and love demand love's like.

My business is not to remake myself, but to make the absolute best of what God made.

I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours forever.

There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness;....and, to know, rather consists in opening out a way where the imprisoned splendor may escape, then in effecting entry for a light supposed to be without.

Truth is within ourselves. There is an inmost center in us all, where the truth abides in fullness.

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.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

Most progress is most failure.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

There are three ways of learning golf: by study, which is the most wearisome; by imitation, which is the most fallacious; and by experience, which is the most bitter.

How good is life, the mere living!

Thought is the soul of act.

When pain ends, gain ends too.

The curious crime, the fine Felicity and flower of wickedness.

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

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

Never the time and the place And the loved one all together.

Best be yourself, imperial, plain, and true.

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.

My sun sets to rise again.

Who knows most, doubts most.

I count life just a stuff To try the soul's strength on.

A pretty woman's worth some pains to see.

Paracelsus At times I almost dream I too have spent a life the sages’ way, And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance Ages ago; and in that act a prayer For one more chance went up so earnest, so Instinct with better light let in by death, That life was blotted out — not so completely But scattered wrecks enough of it remain, Dim memories, as now, when once more seems The goal in sight again.

Truth never hurts the teller.

If all the world is a stage and life is just a play upon it, get me two seats in the stalls.

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, 'A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!

Go practice if you please with men and women: leave a child alone for Christ's particular love's sake!

Of what I call God, And fools call Nature.

Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.

God is in his Heaven, all's right with the world.

Aspire, break bounds. Endeavor to be good, and better still, best.

The best things in life can never be kept; They must be given away. A Smile, a Kiss, and Love If you are asking if I'd hurt you, the answer is never. If you are asking if i love u,the answer is forever. If you are asking if i want u,the answer is i do. If you are asking what i value most, the answer is YOU Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be.

A minute's success pays the failure of years.

Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar.

As is your sort of mind, So is your sort of search: You will find what you desire.

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

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

Love is energy of life.

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

There is nothing so unpardonable as to consent to a senseless, aimless, purposeless life.

The best way to excape his ire Is, not to seem too happy.

I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive,- what time, what circuit first, I ask not; but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time.

What joy is better than the news of friends?

A minute of success pays for years of failure.

Progress is The law of life: man is not Man as yet.

What a thing friendship is - World without end.

Ah, love, - you are my unutterable blessing.....I am in full sunshine now.

Never brag, never bluster, never blush.

All's love, yet all's law.

Truth is within ourselves.

Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me, in the kiss of one girl.

How strange now, looks the life he makes us lead; So free we seem, so fettered fast we are!

Poetry, like love, is something we never truly say goodbye to.

I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way. But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne'er a word said she; But oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me!

What so wild as words are?

Graved inside of it, "Italy".

Each life unfulfilled, you see; It hangs still, patchy and scrappy: We have not sighed deep, laughed free, Starved, feasted, despaired,—been happy.

Lofty designs must close in like effects.

Good to forgive, Best to forget.

What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.