Christina Rossetti Quotes

My heart is breaking for a little love

Silence is more musical than any song.

O passing angel, speed me with a song, a melody of heaven to reach my heart and rouse me to the race and make me strong.

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine; Love was born at Christmas; Star and angels gave the sign.

Christmas hath a beauty ... lovelier than the world can show.

And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.

I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, 'Where? What?' and turn away.

I believe because I am told to believe ... My faith is faith; it is not evolved out of argumentation, nor does it seek the aid of that.

Born in a stable,
Cradled in a manger,
In the world His hands have made,
Born a stranger.

Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.

We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?

Why one day in the country Is worth a month in town; Is worth a day and a year Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion That days drone elsewhere.

I charge you at the Judgement make it plain,
My love of you was life and not a breath.

Spring is when life's alive in everything.

Oh roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime; But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time.

And may you happy live, And long us bless.

What is pink? A rose is pink
By the fountain's brink.

The downhill path is easy, but there's no turning back ...

Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad.

Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.

Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white.

I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on.

The rose saith in the dewy morn,
I am most fair;
Yet all my loveliness is born
Upon a thorn.

Where are the songs I used to know, Where are the notes I used to sing? I have forgotten everything I used to know so long ago. ("The Key-Note")

O Lord, I cannot plead my love of Thee: I plead Thy love of me: - the shallow conduit hails the unfathomed sea.

Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.

All things that pass Are wisdom's looking-glass.

The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.

To her whose heart is my heart's quiet home,
To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome.

It's surely summer. for there's a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.

Morning and evening
Maids heard the goblins cry:
'Come buy our orchard fruits,
Come buy, come buy

Beautiful, delightful, noble, memorable, as is the world, I yet am well content in my shady crevice.

A man is ever apt to contemplate himself out of all proportion to his surroundings.

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.

I'll love him til he loves me best
Me best of all, Maude Clare

A pin has a head, but has no hair

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me

Flowers preach to us if we will hear.

As a tree my sin stands
To darken all lands;
Death is the fruit it bore.

Where innocent bright-eyes daisies are With blades of grass between, Each daisy stands up like a star Out of a sky of green.

Obedience is the fruit of faith.

Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:
We are as they; Like them we fade away As doth a leaf.

For all night long I dreamed of you:
I woke and prayed against my will, Then slept to dream of you again.

Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.

We must not look at goblin men

Good deeds are many, but good lives are few ...

Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their head, The wind is passing by.

The lilies say: Behold how we
Preach without words of purity.

Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang
When life was sweet because you call'd them sweet?

Heaven is the presence of God.

Fallen from sonship, beggared of grace,
Grant me. Father, a servant's place.

I lock my door upon myself,
And bar them out; but who shall wall
Self from myself, most loathed of all?

Choose love not in the shallows
but in the deep.

For I am bound with fleshly bands,
Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope;
I strain my heart, I stretch my hands,
And catch at hope.

Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth.

For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.

Spring bursts today, For love is risen and all earth's at play.

Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.

Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.

Hope dead lives nevermore,
No, not in heaven.

Rest, rest at the heart's core ... till joy shall overtake.

Hope is like a hairball trembling from its birth ...

Where there are no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts and no one to thank.

One day in the country
Is worth a month in town

My heart is like a singing bird.

Obedience is the fruit of faith;
patience is the early blossom on the tree of faith.

Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts, and no one thank.

I have a room whereinto no one enters
Save I myself alone:
There sits a blessed memory on a throne,
There my life centres.

All earth's full rivers can not fillThe sea that drinking thirsteth still.

When wombats do inspire/I strike my disused lyre

The city mouse lives in a house, The garden mouse lives in a bower