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First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And let them pass, as they will too soon,
With the bean-flowers' boon,
And the blackbird's tune,
And May, and June! — Robert Browning

Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,
Let temple burn, or flax; an equal light
Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed:
And love is fire. And when I say at need
I love thee ... mark! ... I love thee
in thy sight
I stand transfigured, glorified aright,
With conscience of the new rays that proceed
Out of my face toward thine. There's nothing low
In love, when love the lowest: meanest creatures
Who love God, God accepts while loving so.
And what I feel, across the inferior features
Of what I am, doth flash itself, and show
How that great work of Love enhances Nature's. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our incompleteness; Round our restlessness, His rest. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph? — Robert Browning

It went okay." Kaye shifted her eyes to one side and shrugged. "Rachel Browning tried to pull down my shorts."
"Did she succeed?" Cross asked.
"Got them down to my curlies," Kaye said.
The young men looked ready to appear shocked, should Cross be. Cross laughed. "Jesus, Kaye. I never know what I'm going to hear from you. You drive my PR folks nuts. — Greg Bear

We find great things are made of little things, And little things go lessening till at last Comes God behind them. — Robert Browning

We shall march prospering,-not thro' his presence; Songs may inspirit us,-not from his lyre; Deeds will be done,-while he boasts his quiescence, Still bidding crouch whom the rest bade aspire. — Robert Browning

I despise and abhor the pleas on behalf of that infamous practice, vivisection ... I would rather submit to the worst of deaths, so far as pain goes, than have a single dog or cat tortured to death on the pretense of sparing me a twinge or two. — Robert Browning

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

But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play
I tell you, Dorian, that it is on things like these that our lives depend. Browning writes about that somewhere; but our own senses will imagine them for us. There are moments when the odour of lilas blanc passes suddenly across me, and I have to live the strangest month of my life over again. — Oscar Wilde

If people love what I do, that's fantastic. And there's always going to be people who don't, and if I focus on that, then it'll destroy me. I have to just worry about my own opinion and the opinions of the people I'm working with and people who are close to me. Otherwise, it'll drive me crazy. — Emily Browning

God is seen God In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the soul and the clod. — Robert Browning

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency. — Robert Browning

She lived, we'll say,
A harmless life, she called a
virtuous life,
A quiet life, which was not life at all
(But that she had not lived enough to know) — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I tend to over-analyse things. I'm not the type of person to flip a coin and let things happen. — Emily Browning

I would not be a rose upon the wall
A queen might stop at, near the palace-door,
To say to a courtier, "Pluck that rose for me,
It's prettier than the rest." O Romney Leigh!
I'd rather far be trodden by his foot,
Than lie in a great queen's bosom. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low:
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand. — Robert 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

Truth is within ourselves ... there is an inmost center in us all..where truth abides in fulness
and to know,rather consists in open out a way whence the imprisoned splendor may escape — Robert Browning

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. — Robert Browning

There's something brave and touching about game girls of all ages keeping themselves smart in hard times - one thinks of those wonderful women during World War II drawing stocking seams in eyebrow pencil up the back of legs stained with gravy browning because nylons were so hard to get hold of. — Julie Burchill

Hatred and cark and care, what place have they / In yon blue liberality of heaven?. — Robert Browning

I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young;
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
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. Straightaway I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,
Guess now who holds thee?
Death, I said, But, there,
The silver answer rang,
Not Death, but Love. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Chemistry has the same quickening and suggestive influence upon the algebraist as a visit to the Royal Academy, or the old masters may be supposed to have on a Browning or a Tennyson. Indeed it seems to me that an exact homology exists between painting and poetry on the one hand and modem chemistry and modem algebra on the other. In poetry and algebra we have the pure idea elaborated and expressed through the vehicle of language, in painting and chemistry the idea enveloped in matter, depending in part on manual processes and the resources of art for its due manifestation. — James Joseph Sylvester

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

Who needed Prozac when a girl could get Pillsbury without a prescription?" ~Allie Shelby, Personal Assets — Kelsey Browning

And lips say God be pitiful, who never said, God be praised. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Believeth with the life, the pain shall stop. — Robert Browning

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? — Robert Browning

Robert Browning's childhood was passed in an unusually serene and happy home. In Development he tells how, at five years of age, he was made to understand the main facts of the Trojan War by his father's clever use of the cat, the dogs, the pony in the stable, and the page-boy, to impersonate the heroes of that ancient conflict. — Robert Browning

But there are times when patience proves at fault. — Robert Browning

In the morning of the world, When earth was nigher heaven than now. — Robert Browning

John M. Browning: American Gunmaker. — Chris Kyle

Theatre aside, my penchant for the extended monologue began with my reading of Browning's dramatic monologues, in high school. My inclination to adopt the form for prose was confirmed by Richard Howard's book of dramatic monologues, Untitled Subjects. — Norman Lock

Since when was genius found respectable? — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

In the beginning we seek truth.
In the middle we seek reason.
In the end we seek peace. — L.M. Browning

The twelfth-century poet Abraham ibn Ezra, whom you encountered in high school as Browning's Rabbi ben Ezra (may his tribe increase), limpidly described the shlimazl's lot when he wrote: If I sold lamps, The sun, In spite, Would shine at night. — Leo Rosten

God's gifts put men's best dreams to shame. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I hear you reproach, "But delay was best, For their end was a crime." Oh, a crime will do As well, I reply, to serve for a test As a virtue golden through and through, Sufficient to vindicate itself And prove its worth at a moment's view! ... Let a man contend to the uttermost For his life's set prize, be it what it will! The counter our lovers staked was lost As surely as if it were lawful coin; And the sin I impute to each frustrate ghost Is-the unlit lamp and the ungirt loin, Though the end in sight was a vice, I say. — Robert Browning

My first, big, silly role at school was as Arthur Crocker-Harris in Rattigan's 'The Browning Version,' where my job was to make school-masters' wives weep with recognition. — Benedict Cumberbatch

Without love, our earth is a tomb — Robert Browning

Get leave to work In this world,
'tis the best you get at all. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

What a thing friendship is - World without end. — Robert Browning

Though here his voice faltered, because he knew as well as she did what came next, what words came next. If he could speak them, he might even convince her they were true, as his father had convinced his mother that Browning summer. It was the worst lie there was, imprisoning and ultimately embittering the hearer, playing upon her terrible need to believe. He could feel the I love you forming on his lips. Would he have said it if she hadn't interrupted? — Richard Russo

The ultimate, angels' law, Indulging every instinct of the soul There where law, life, joy, impulse are one thing! — Robert Browning

And that dismal cry rose slowly And sank slowly through the air, Full of spirit's melancholy And eternity's despair; And they heard the words it said,- "Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!" — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

If two lives join, there is oft a scar. They are one and one, with a shadowy third; One near one is too far. — Robert Browning

That great brow And the spirit-small hand propping it. — Robert Browning

I can cry at the drop of a hat. I've always found that easier than laughing in films. — Emily Browning

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so: life's business being just the terrible choice. — Robert Browning

There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Unlike we are, unlike, O princely Heart!
Unlike our uses and our destinies ...
Thou, bethink thee, art
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
With gages from a hundred brighter eyes
Than tears even can make mine ...
What hast though to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired, wandering singer ... — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Better far
Pursue a frivolous trade by serious means,
Than a sublime art frivolously. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

I'd rather make an interesting film that gets people talking, that maybe some people hate, than make the kind of 'entertaining' film that everyone feels ambivalent about. — Emily Browning

That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
I warily oped her lids: again
Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.
And I untightened the next tress
About her neck; her cheek once more
Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss ... — Robert Browning

Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do! — Robert Browning

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

Nothing will ever replace the experience of wandering haphazardly through a great bookstore, no matter how many algorithms are developed to find matches for our tastes. That's because not only is there no accounting for taste, there is no predicting it either. — Dominique Browning

The devil, that old stager, who leads downward, perhaps, but fiddles all the way! — Robert Browning

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

A cheerful genius suits the times, / And all true poets laugh unquenchably / Like Shakespeare and the gods. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

A minute of success pays for years of failure. — Robert Browning

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

And I breathe large at home. I drop my cloak,
Unclasp my girdle, loose the band that ties
My hair ... now could I but unloose my soul!
We are sepulchred alive in this close world,
And want more room. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

What we're supposed to do as actors is be able to portray real human beings and emotions. And if you grow up in this bubble of showbiz and you only know people who make movies, you don't really have an understanding of the world outside. — Emily Browning

But facts are facts and flinch not. — Robert Browning

And I have written three books on the soul, Proving absurd all written hitherto, And putting us to ignorance again. — Robert Browning

With young people, there's often that carelessness, allowing yourself to get into danger - recklessness, I suppose. — Emily Browning

God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

But little do or can the best of us: That little is achieved through Liberty. — Robert Browning

XI
I sang his name instead of song;
Over and over I sang his name:
Backward and forward I sang it along,
With my sweetest notes, it was still the same!
I sang it low, that the slave-girls near
Might never guess, from what they could hear,
That all the song was a name. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How joyously the young sea-mew
Lay dreaming on the waters blue,
Whereon our little bark had thrown
A little shade, the only one;
But shadows ever man pursue. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Wall must get the weather stain Before they grow the ivy. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

My first thought was, he lied in every word,
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch the working of his lie
On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford
Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored
Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby. — Robert Browning

The least flower, with brimming cup, may stand and share its dew drop with another near. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I want - I know I shouldn't stay, but I can't - I don't want to lose this. I don't want to lose any of you. I don't want to be Nathaniel anymore. I want to be Neil for as long as I can." "Good," Wymack said. "I'd have a hell of a time fitting 'Wesninski' on a jersey." Browning — Nora Sakavic

Are there not, dear Michael, Two points in the adventure of the diver,- One, when a beggar he prepares to plunge; One, when a prince he rises with his pearl? Festus, I plunge. — Robert Browning

Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years. — Robert Browning

Love is energy of life. — Robert Browning

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

My whole life long I learn'd to love,
This hour my utmost art I prove.
And speak my passion - heaven or hell?
She will not give me heaven? 'Tis well! — Robert Browning

Through heaven and earth
God's will moves freely, and I follow it,
As color follows light. He overflows
The firmamental walls with deity,
Therefore with love; His lightnings go abroad,
His pity may do so, His angels must,
Whene'er He gives them charges. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The chances are that, being a woman, young,
And pure, with such a pair of large, calm eyes,
You write as well ... and ill ... upon the whole,
As other women. If as well, what then?
If even a little better,..still, what then?
We want the Best in art now, or no art. (L144-149) — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Oh heart! Oh blood that freezes, blood that burns! Earth's returns For whole centuries of folly, noise and sin! Shut them in, With their triumphs and their glories and the rest! Love is best. "Love Among the Ruins," Robert Browning, 1885 — Craig Johnson

I do what many dream of, all their lives — Robert Browning

God is the perfect poet. — Robert Browning

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! — Robert Browning