Robert Browning Love Quotations

God! Thou art love! I build my faith on that.

Outside are the storms and strangers: We - Oh, close, safe and warm sleep I and she, I and she . . .

Let friend trust friends, and love demand love's like.

Such ever was love's way: to rise, it stoops.

You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never kiss the girls.

The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!

Is your love for the Lord sufficient to give all your time and talents to his work?

For life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o' the prize of learning love.

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

Never the time and the place And the loved one all together.

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

Ah, love, - you are my unutterable blessing.....I am in full sunshine now.

Poetry, like love, is something we never truly say goodbye to.

For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.

Might she have loved me? just as well She might have hated, who can tell!

Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.

All's love, yet all's law.

Love is energy of life.

What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?

Go practice if you please with men and women: leave a child alone for Christ's particular love's sake!

I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours forever.

grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.

Love is the energy of life.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Nay but you, who do not love her, / Is she not pure gold, my mistress?