Christina Rossetti Quotes (29 Quotes)

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

All things are vain that wax and wane,
For which we waste our breath;
Love only doth not wane and is not vain,
Love only outlives death.

So now in patience I possess My soul year after tedious year, Content to take the lowest place The place assigned me here.

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.

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

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

My heart is like a singing bird.

Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is in the falling leaf:
O Jesus, quicken me.

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.

Still I find comfort in his Book, who saith,
Though jealousy be cruel as the grave,
And death be strong, yet love is strong as death.

Of labour you shall find the sum.

I, if I perish, perish--Esther spake:
And bride of life or death she made her fair
In all the lustre of her perfum'd hair
And smiles that kindle longing but to slake.

Knowledge is strong, but love is sweet;
Yea, all the progress he had made
Was but to learn that all is small
Save love, for love is all in all.

Obedience is the fruit of faith.

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

Not so Christ:
Whose mighty love of me suffic'd
For Strength, Salvation, Eucharist.

Eat me, drink me, love me;
Laura, make much of me:
For your sake I have braved the glen
And had to do with goblin merchant men.

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

Look up, rise up: for far above
Our palms are grown, our place is set;
There we shall meet as once we met,
And love with old familiar love.

Sleep, little Baby, sleep,
The holy Angels love thee,
And guard thy bed, and keep
A blessed watch above thee.

And sing: O grave, where is thy victory?

What can I give him,Poor as I amIf I were a shepherd,I would bring a lambIf I were a wise man,I would do my partYet what I can I give himGive my heart.

Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?

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

Passing away, saith the World, passing away:
Chances, beauty and youth, sapp'd day by day:
Thy life never continueth in one stay.

Silence is more musical than any song.

Love came down at Christmas love all lovely, love divine love was born at Christmas, stars and angels gave the sign.

Oh save me from a pang in heaven.

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