Explore Quotes by Robert Browning

Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbeloving; Unless you can die when the dream is past- Oh, never call it loving!

Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!

Was there nought better than to enjoy? No feat which, done, would make time break, And let us pent-up creatures through Into eternity, our due? No forcing earth teach heaven's employ?

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

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

And let them pass, as they will too soon, _x000D__x000D_With the bean-flowers' boon, _x000D__x000D_And the blackbird's tune, _x000D__x000D_And May, and June!

Good to forgive, Best to forget.

Who knows most, doubts most.

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

Tis Man's to explore up and down, inch by inch, with the taper his reason.

Of power does Man possess no particle: Of knowledge-just so much as show that still It ends in ignorance on every side.

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Earth being so good, would heaven seem best?

Over my head his arm he flung, Against the world.

Where the apple reddens never pry - lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.

Where the heart lies, let the brain lie also.

And gain is gain, however small.

'Tis only when they spring to Heaven that angels reveal themselves to you.

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

One may do whatever one likes. In art, the only thing is, to make sure that one does like it.

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