50 Quotes by Christina Rossetti
Christina Rossetti, a Victorian-era poet, stands as a brilliant voice in the realm of English literature. Her verses possess a profound emotional depth, often exploring themes of love, faith, and mortality. Renowned for her ability to weave intricate symbolism and religious allegories into her work, Rossetti's poetry captures the essence of human experience, resonating with readers across generations.
Among her most celebrated works is "Goblin Market," a masterful narrative poem that delves into the complexities of sisterly devotion and the allure of temptation. Rossetti's unique perspective on love and devotion, coupled with her deft use of imagery and meter, ensures her place as a prominent figure in the canon of poetic excellence.
Christina Rossetti Quotes
In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.
Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.
Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.
Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine; Love was born at Christmas; Star and angels gave the sign.
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?
Silence is more musical than any song.
Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.
What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow. What are brief? today and tomorrow. What are frail? spring blossoms and youth. What are deep? the ocean and truth.
What is the beginning? Love. What is the course. Love still. What the goal. The goal is love.
For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.
Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.
Open wide the windows of our spirits and fill us full of light; open wide the door of our hearts, that we may receive and entertain Thee with all our powers of adoration.
My heart is like a singing bird.
Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white.
Flowers preach to us if we will hear.
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me
Spring is when life's alive in everything.
Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.
Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts, and no one to thank.
Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.
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.
Where innocent bright-eyes daisies are With blades of grass between, Each daisy stands up like a star Out of a sky of green.
It is not the deed we do Though the deed be never so fair, But the love that the dear Lord looketh for, Hidden with lovely care In the heart of the deed so fair.
And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.
The lilies say: Behold how we Preach without words of purity.
Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.
For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather.
Hope is like a hairball trembling from its birth.
A man is ever apt to contemplate himself out of all proportion to his surroundings.
"Spring bursts today,
For love is risen and all the earth's at play."
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.
My heart is breaking for a little love
Not as she is, but as she fills his dream
Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:-- We are as they; Like them we fade away As doth a leaf.
The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.
Obedience is the fruit of faith.
I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, 'Where? What?' and turn away.
Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth.
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.
Heaven is the presence of God.
One day in the country Is worth a month in town
Let bygones be bygones.
She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.
Obedience is the fruit of faith; Patience is the early blossom on the tree of faith.
Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.
Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.
And may you happy live, And long us bless.
Why does the sea moan evermore? Shut out from heaven it makes its moan, It frets against the boundary shore; All earth's full rivers cannot fill The sea, that drinking thirsteth still.
The violets whisper from the shade Which their own leaves have made: Men scent our fragrance on the air, Yet take no heed Of humble lessons we would read.
Good deeds are many, but good lives are few.
All things that pass Are wisdom's looking-glass.
The downhill path is easy, but there's no turning back.
For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.
O Lord, who art our guide even unto death, grant us, I pray Thee, grace to follow Thee whithersoever Thou goest. In little daily duties to which Thou callest us, bow down our wills to simple obedience.
It's surely summer. for there's a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.
To me it seems our duty towards the Bible is to obey its teaching in faith. I do not think we are bound to understand or account for all its utterances.
O Lord, I cannot plead my love of Thee: I plead Thy love of me: - the shallow conduit hails the unfathomed sea.
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.
Observe this dew-drenched rose of Tyrian gardens A rose today. But you will ask in vain Tomorrow what it is; and yesterday It was the dust, the sunshine, and the rains.
The city mouse lives in a house, The garden mouse lives in a bower
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light; Tot wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright; Not as she is, but as she fills his dreams.
― Christina Rossetti Quotes
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