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Death
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And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.
-Christina Rossetti
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Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.
-Christina Rossetti
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Devotion
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Obedience is the fruit of faith.
-Christina Rossetti
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Dreams
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I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on...
-Christina Rossetti
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Facts
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I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, Where? What? and turn away.
-Christina Rossetti
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Family
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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.
-Christina Rossetti
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Heart
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My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit...
-Christina Rossetti, A Birthday
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Hope
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For I am bound with fleshly bands,
Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope;
I strain my heart, I stretch my hands,
And catch at hope.
-Christina Rossetti, De Profundis, lines 13-16
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Hope is like a hairball trembling from its birth...
-Christina Rossetti
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Love
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Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.
-Christina Rossetti
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Memory
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Come to me in the silence of the night,
Come to me in the speaking silence of a dream.
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright as sunlight on a stream.
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.
-Christina Rossetti
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Religion
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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.
-Christina Rossetti
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Snow
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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.
-Christina Rossetti, Mid-Winter, 1862
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Weather
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Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.
-Christina Rossetti
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World
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For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.
-Christina Rossetti
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Books by and about Christina Rossetti