Frases de Robert Browning

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“A ignorância não é inocência, mas pecado.”

“O poder do Homem deve exceder o seu alcance. Senão, para que serviria o céu?”

“Para fazer boas coisas no mundo, primeiro você precisa saber quem é você e o que dá sentido à sua vida.”

“Deus é o perfeito poeta,
que actua nas suas próprias criações.”

“Oh, faz-nos felizes, e nos terás feito bons.”

“O que enobrece o homem não é o seu acto mas o seu desejo.”

“O homem não pode obter verdade mais verdadeira do que aquela que vem da música.”

“A verdade está em nós, não vem de fora.”

“Cada alegria é um proveito, e um proveito é um proveito, por mais pequeno que seja.”

“Quem ouve música sente que a sua solidão, de repente, se povoa.”

“Mede a altura do teu espírito pela sombra que projeta.”

“É indispensável querermos deitar a mão a mais do que podemos alcançar; senão para que serviria o céu?”

“A verdade nunca fere quem a diz.”

“Deus deve estar contente por alguém amar tanto o Seu mundo.”

“O demônio é mais diabólico quando é respeitável.”

“Nossas aspirações são nossas possibilidades.”

“Meu sol se põe para surgir novamente.”

“He who did well in war just earns the right
To begin doing well in peace.”

“It is so horrible,
I dare at times imagine to my need
Some future state revealed to us by Zeus”

“Was there nought better than to enjoy?
No feat which, done, would make time break,
And let us pent-up creatures through
Into eternity, our due?
No forcing earth teach heaven's employ?”

“Other heights in other lives, God willing.”

“Every joy is gain
And gain is gain, however small.”

“Better have failed in the high aim, as I,
Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed,—
As, God be thanked! I do not.”

“Just for a handful of silver he left us,
Just for a riband to stick in his coat.”

“I count life just a stuff
To try the soul's strength on.”

“Over my head his arm he flung
Against the world.”

“Be sure that God
Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.”

“The curious crime, the fine
Felicity and flower of wickedness.”

“God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures
Boasts two soul-sides,—one to face the world with,
One to show a woman when he loves her!”

“Then welcome each rebuff
That turns earth's smoothness rough,
Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go!
Be our joys three-parts pain!
Strive, and hold cheap the strain;
Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!”

“Thou, heaven's consummate cup, what needst thou with earth's wheel?
But I need, now as then,
Thee, God, who mouldest men.”

“Womanliness means only motherhood;
All love begins and ends there.”

“Round and round, like a dance of snow
In a dazzling drift, as its guardians, go
Floating the women faded for ages,
Sculptured in stone on the poet's pages.”

“Just my vengeance complete,
The man sprang to his feet,
Stood erect, caught at God's skirts, and prayed!
So, I was afraid!”

“This could but have happened once,—
And we missed it, lost it forever.”

“That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!”

“What I aspired to be,
And was not, comforts me.”

“How good is man's life, the mere living!
How fit to employ
All the heart and the soul and the senses
Forever in joy!”

“Never the time and the place
And the loved one all together!”

“Progress, man’s distinctive mark alone,
Not God’s, and not the beasts’: God is, they are,
Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.”

“The hill-cat boasts some cunning of her own,
Some stealthy tricks to better beasts unknown
That quick with prey enough her hunger blunts
And feeds her fat while gaunt the lion hunts.”

“How he lies in his rights of a man!
Death has done all death can.
And absorbed in the new life he leads,
He recks not, he heeds
Nor his wrong nor my vengeance; both strike
On his senses alike,
And are lost in the solemn and strange
Surprise of the change.”

“Kiss me as if you made believe
You were not sure, this eve,
How my face, your flower, had pursed
It's petals up.”

“over zealous in the feat
And stumbling on a peril unaware.
Was captive, "trammelled in his proper snare,"
They phrase it, "taken by his own intrigue"”

“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.”

“God made all the creatures, and gave them our love and our fear,
To give sign we and they are his children, one family here.”