Earth’s crammed with Heaven. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Earth’s crammed with heaven… But only he who sees, takes off his shoes. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sing, seraph with the glory! heaven is high. Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low. The universe’s inward voices cry ‘Amen’ to either song of joy and woe. Sing, seraph, poet! sing on equally! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

There are nettles everywhere, but smooth, green grasses are more common still; the blue of heaven is larger than the cloud. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Earth’s crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

As Elizabeth Barrett Browning once observed poetically: ‘Earth’s crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God. — Anita Moorjani

Earth’s crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God, But only he who sees takes off his shoes; The rest sit round and pluck blackberries. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The world of books is still the world. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Of writing many books there is no end. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Books succeed; and lives fail. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Books are men of higher stature. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Books are men of higher stature, and the only men that speak aloud for future times to hear. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Many a fervid man writes books as cold and flat as graveyard stones. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Behold me! I am worthy Of thy loving, for I love thee! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

But love me for love’s sake, that evermore Thou may’st love on, through love’s eternity. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love’s sake only. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Say over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me…–toll The silver iterance! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Two human loves make one divine. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Art is much, but love is more. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Who so loves believes the impossible. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Whoever lives true life, will love true love. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

For none can express thee, though all should approve thee. I love thee so, Dear, that I only can love thee. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

But I love you, sir: And when a woman says she loves a man, The man must hear her, though he love her not. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

World’s use is cold, world’s love is vain, world’s cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Death forerunneth Love to win ‘Sweetest eyes were ever seen. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Nor myrtle––which means chiefly love: and love Is something awful which one dare not touch So early o’ mornings. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The essence of all beauty, I call love. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love. Yet love me––wilt thou? Open thine heart wide, And fold within, the wet wings of thy dove. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Guess now who holds thee?’––’Death,’ I said. But, there, The silver answer rang, . . . ‘Not Death, but Love. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Love doesn’t make the world go round, Love is what makes the ride worthwhile! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I, who thought to sink, was caught up into love, and taught the whole of life in a new rhythm. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Love me sweet With all thou art Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the Lightest part, Love me in full Being. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Life loves to be taken by the lapel and told: ‘I’m with you kid. Let’s go. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

He lives most life whoever breathes most air. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

He who breathes deepest lives most. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Knowledge by suffering entereth, And life is perfected by death. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Love that endures, from life that disappears! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

We overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination… down our earth to rake. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Like to write? Of course, of course I do. I seem to live while I write–it is life, for me. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Oh, a day in the city–square, there is no such pleasure in life! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

A harmless life, she called a virtuous life, A quiet life, which was not life at all . . . — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Definition of Love: A score of zero in tennis. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Life treads on life, and heart on heart; We press too close in church and mart To keep a dream or grave apart. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

What frightens me is that men are content with what is not life at all. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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 Browning

For frequent tears have run; The colours from my life. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I love thee to the level of everyday’s most quiet need, by sun and candle light…I love thee with the breath,smiles,t ears,of all my life. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

My future will not copy my fair past, I wrote that once. And, thinking at my side my ministering life–angel justified the word by his appealing look upcast to the white throne of God. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Life, struck sharp on death, Makes awful lightning. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Never say No when the world says Aye. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

New angel mine, unhoped for in the world! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

With what cracked pitchers go we to deep wells In this world! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

When God helps all the workers for His world, The singers shall have help of Him, not last. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o’ the world; oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak, And placed it by thee on a golden throne,––And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!) Is by thee only, whom I love alone. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Truth outlives pain, as the soul does life. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I should not dare to call my soul my own. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Souls are dangerous things to carry straight through all the spilt saltpetre of this world. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Souls are gregarious in a sense, but no soul touches another, as a general rule. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from his soul. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

O brave poets, keep back nothing; Nor mix falsehood with the whole! Look up Godward! speak the truth in Worthy song from earnest soul! Hold, in high poetic duty, Truest Truth the fairest Beauty. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Of all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist’s music deep, Now tell me if that any is. For gift or grace, surpassing this––He giveth His beloved sleep. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The face of all the world is changed, I think Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

A woman’s always younger than a man at equal years. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers? — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Quick–loving hearts … may quickly loathe. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

We have hearts within, Warm, live, improvident, indecent hearts. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

O pusillanimous Heart, be comforted And, like a cheerful traveller, take the road Singing beside the hedge. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

You have touched me more profoundly than I thought even you could have touched me–my heart was full when you came here today. Henceforward I am yours for everything. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben, Whose fire–hearts sowed our furrows when The world was worthy of such men. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Or from Browning some ‘Pomegranate,’ which if cut deep down the middle Shows a heart within blood–tinctured, of a veined humanity. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The widest land Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine With pulses that beat double. What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wine Must taste of its own grapes. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The heart doth recognise thee, Alone, alone! The heart doth smell thee sweet, Doth view thee fair, doth judge thee most complete,––Though seeing now those changes that disguise thee. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Large, musing eyes, neither joyous nor sorry. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Eyes of gentianellas azure, Staring, winking at the skies. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And there my little doves did sit With feathers softly brown And glittering eyes that showed their right To general Nature’s deep delight. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Nosegays! leave them for the waking, Throw them earthward where they grew Dim are such, beside the breaking Amaranths he looks unto. Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The large white owl that whose eye is blind, that hath sate for years in the old tree hollow, is carried away in a gust of wind. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning