Christina Rossetti Quotes

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

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

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.

A pin has a head, but has no hair

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

And sometimes I remember days of oldWhen fellowship seemed not so far to seek,And all the world and I seemed much less cold,And at the rainbow’s foot lay surely gold,And hope felt strong, and life itself not weak.

Gone were but the Winter,Come were but the Spring,I would go to a covertWhere the birds sing;Where in the whitethornSingeth a thrush,And a robin singsIn the holly-bush.Full of fresh scentsAre the budding boughsArching high overA cool green house:Full of sweet scents,And whispering airWhich sayeth softly:We spread no snare;Here dwell in safety,Here dwell alone,With a clear streamAnd a mossy stone.Here the sun shinethMost shadily;Here is heard an echoOf the far sea,Though far off it be.

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

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

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

Silence is more musical than any song.

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