Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Quote by Robert Browning

Topics: Love Quotes

Grow old along with me the best is yet to be.

Grow old along with me the best is yet to be.

Oh, to be in England now that April's there.

Oh, to be in England now that April's there.

But facts are facts and flinch not

But facts are facts and flinch not

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so:...

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so:...

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp. Or what's a heaven for?

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp. Or what's a heaven for?

Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious...

Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious...

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

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

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook...

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook...

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good Compensate bad in man, absolve him so:...

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good Compensate bad in man, absolve him so:...

I would have rummaged, ransacked at the word; Those old odd corners of an empty...

I would have rummaged, ransacked at the word; Those old odd corners of an empty...

Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain

Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain

Take away love, and our earth is a tomb.

Take away love, and our earth is a tomb.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Ignorance is not innocence but sin

Ignorance is not innocence but sin

But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the...

But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the...

God is the perfect poet.

God is the perfect poet.

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break,...

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break,...

On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.

On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God...

If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God...