Light tomorrow with today.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningIn this abundant earth no doubt
Is little room for things worn out:
Disdain them, break them, throw them by!
And if before the days grew rough
We once were lov'd, us'd -- well enough,
I think, we've far'd, my heart and I.
Mots clés heart broken my-heart-and-i
Love me sweet
With all thou art
Feeling, thinking, seeing;
Love me in the Lightest part,
Love me in full Being.
Mots clés love
I am one who could have forgotten the plague, listening to Boccaccio's stories; and I am not ashamed of it.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningMots clés reading letter-of-march-20-1845
Why, what is to live? Not to eat and drink and breathe,—but to feel the life in you down all the fibres of being, passionately and joyfully.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningMots clés life letter-of-march-20-1845
Who so loves believes the impossible.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningWhat we call Life is a condition of the soul. And the soul must improve in happiness and wisdom, except by its own fault. These tears in our eyes, these faintings of the flesh, will not hinder such improvement.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningParting is all we know of heaven
And all we need of hell
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
A shadow across me.
Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningMots clés barett-browning
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