Elizabeth Barrett Browning citáty

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„Rozjasněte zítřek dneškem.“

„Miluji tě nejen pro to, kým jsi, ale také za to, kým jsem já, když jsem s tebou.“

„Mít někoho rád často znamená víc než ho milovat.“

„Slušný ďábel je nejďábelštější.“

„Láska je manželství duší.“

„Všichni skuteční hrdinové jsou esenciální muži,
A všichni muži možní hrdinové.“

„Země přeplněná nebem a každý společný keř planoucí Bohem, ale jen ten, kdo vidí, si sundá boty; zbytek sedí a trhá ostružiny.“

„Tento zkažený, pokřivený, převrácený svět, kde všechny největší špatnosti nabývají vrchu.“

“I seek no copy now of life's first half:
Leave here the pages with long musing curled,
And write me new my future's epigraph,
New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!”

“Instruct me how to thank thee! Oh, to shoot
My soul's full meaning into future years,
That they should lend it utterance, and salute
Love that endures, from life that disappears!”

“Unless you can muse in a crowd all day
On the absent face that fixed you;
Unless you can love, as the angels may,
With the breadth of heaven betwixt you”

“All patterns of what shall be in the Mount;
The whole temporal show related royally,
And build up to eterne significance
Through the open arms of God.”

“Man, the two-fold creature, apprehends
The two-fold manner, in and outwardly,
And nothing in the world comes single to him.”

“And having in thy life-depth thrown
Being and suffering (which are one),
As a child drops his pebble small
Down some deep well, and hears it fall
Smiling — so I. THY DAYS GO ON.”

“You were made perfectly to be loved and surely I have loved you in the idea of you my whole life long.”

“Because God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.”

“With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature.”

“What we call Life is a condition of the soul. And the soul must improve in happiness and wisdom, except by its own fault. These tears in our eyes, these faintings of the flesh, will not hinder such improvement.”

“What I do, and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes.”

“I would build a cloudy House
For my thoughts to live in;
When for earth too fancy-loose
And too low for Heaven!
Hush! I talk my dream aloud -
I build it bright to see, -
I build it on the moonlit cloud,
To which I looked with thee.”

“My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.”

“And yet, because I love thee, I obtain
From that same love this vindicating grace,
To live on still in love, and yet in vain”

“Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.”

“Witch, scholar, poet, dreamer, and the rest…”

“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.”

“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 lov'd, us'd -- well enough,
I think, we've far'd, my heart and I.”

“Hush, call no echo up in further proof
Of desolation! there's a voice within
That weeps... as thou must sing... alone, aloof.”

“Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow.”

“Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,
Most gracious singer of high poems! where
The dancers will break footing, from the care
Of watching up thy pregnant lips for more.”

“And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben,
Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when
The world was worthy of such men.”

“Since when was genius found respectable?”

“By thunders of white silence.”

“Take from my head the thorn-wreath brown!
No mortal grief deserves that crown.
O supreme Love, chief misery,
The sharp regalia are for Thee
Whose days eternally go on!

For us, — whatever's undergone,
Thou knowest, willest what is done,
Grief may be joy misunderstood;
Only the Good discerns the good.
I trust Thee while my days go on.”

“If I married him,
I would not dare to call my soul my own,
Which so he had bought and paid for: every thought
And every heart-beat down there in the bill,–
Not one found honestly deductible
From any use that pleased him!”

“The face, which, duly as the sun,
Rose up for me with life begun,
To mark all bright hours of the day
With hourly love, is dimmed away —
And yet my days go on, go on.”

“Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west.”

“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!"”