"I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach."
"O rose, who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet, But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheat, Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee."
22 likes
Source: Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1871). “The Poetical Works of”, p.409
About the author
Same author
More quotes by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
"Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes."
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways."
"You're something between a dream and a miracle."
"Light tomorrow with today!"
"Silence is the best response to a fool."