“ Love doesn't make the world go round; love is what makes the ride worthwhile ”
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“ Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done. ”
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“ I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. ”
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“ If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love’s sake only. ”
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“ How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach ”
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“ How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. ”
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“ I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you ”
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“ 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. ”
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning- Copy
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“ Earth's crammed with heaven... But only he who sees, takes off his shoes. ”
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“ No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books. ”
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning- Copy
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“ How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. ”
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning- Copy
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“ Books, books, books! I had found the secret of a garret room Piled high with cases in my father’s name; Piled high, packed large,where, creeping in and out Among the giant fossils of my past, Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there At this or that box, pulling through the gap, In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy, The first book first. And how I felt it beat Under my pillow, in the morning’s dark, An hour before the sun would let me read! My books! ”
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“ If Thou Must Love Me If thou must love me, let it be for naught Except for love's sake only. Do not say, 'I love her for her smile—her look—her way Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day'— For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may Be changed, or change for thee—and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry: A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity. ”
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“ Enough! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were carved for us. The moss reprints more tenderly The hard types of the mason's knife, As Heaven's sweet life renews earth's life With which we're tired, my heart and I .... In 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 loved, used, well enough, I think, we've fared, my heart and I. ”
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“ No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books. ”
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“ No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books. ”
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning- Copy
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“ Books, books, books! I had found the secret of a garret room Piled high with cases in my father’s name; Piled high, packed large,where, creeping in and out Among the giant fossils of my past, Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there At this or that box, pulling through the gap, In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy, The first book first. And how I felt it beat Under my pillow, in the morning’s dark, An hour before the sun would let me read! My books! ”
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning- Copy
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“ No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books. ”
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning- Copy
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“ Books, books, books! I had found the secret of a garret room Piled high with cases in my father’s name; Piled high, packed large,where, creeping in and out Among the giant fossils of my past, Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there At this or that box, pulling through the gap, In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy, The first book first. And how I felt it beat Under my pillow, in the morning’s dark, An hour before the sun would let me read! My books! ”
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“ Hurt a fly! He would not for the world: he's pitiful to flies even. "Sing," says he, "and tease me still, if that's your way, poor insect.". ”
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning- Copy
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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? ”
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“ Hurt a fly! He would not for the world: he's pitiful to flies even. "Sing," says he, "and tease me still, if that's your way, poor insect.". ”
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“ And thus, what can we do, Poor rose and poet too, Who both antedate our mission In an unprepared season? ”
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