True knowledge comes only through suffering.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Profession: Poet
Nationality: British

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Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl?

The wisest word man reaches is the humblest he can speak.

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!

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

Earth is crammed with heaven, and every common bush is afire with God. And only those who see take off their shoes; the rest sit around and pluck blackberries.

Men could not part us with their worldly jars, Nor the seas change us, nor the tempests bend; Our hands would touch for all the mountain-bars: And, heaven being rolled between us at the end, We should but vow the faster for the stars.

The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, 'Let no one be called happy till his death;' to which I would add, 'Let no one, till his death, be called unhappy.'

Because God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.

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

An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be great at all.

Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love.

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

Italy/Is one thing, England one.