Elizabeth Barrett Browning Quotes
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished. The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness. The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, 'Let no one be called happy till his death;' to which I would add, 'Let no one, till his death, be called unhappy.' What I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes. What is genius but the power of expressing a new individuality? Who so loves believes the impossible. World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain. You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.
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