edna st. vincent millay Quotes

Not truth, but faith, it is that keeps the world alive.
tags: truth world faith
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Nobody that matters, that is.
tags: die childhood
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
Set the foot down with distrust on the crust of the world - it is thin.
tags: world
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
The world stands out on either side, No wider than the heart is wide.
tags: heart world
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
Oh, children, growing up to be Adventurers into sophistry, Forbear, forbear to be of those That read the rood to learn the rose.
tags: children child learn read
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
Without music I should wish to die.
tags: wishes die music
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.
tags: mistakes attention
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
Cruel of heart, lay down my song. Your reading eyes have done me wrong. Not for you was the pen bitten, And the mind wrung, and the song written.
tags: heart eyes wrong song mind reading
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
Now the autumn shuddersIn the rose's root.Far and wide the laddersLean among the fruit.Now the autumn clambersUp the trellised frame,And the rose remembersThe dust from which it came.Brighter than the blossomOn the rose's boughSits the wizened orange,Bitter berry now;Beauty never slumbers;All is in her name;But the rose remembersThe dust from which it came.
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
Beauty is whatever gives joy.
tags: beauty joy
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
To a Young Poet Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird. Bird and wing together Go down, one feather. No thing that ever flew, Not the lark, not you, Can die as others do.
tags: time young die poet wings
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
This book, when I am dead, will be A little faint perfume of me. People who knew me well will say, She really used to think that way.
tags: people book
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
You are loved. If so, what else matters?
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
There is no shelter in you anywhere.
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.
tags: beauty
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
tags: world hell night
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
Beauty in all things-no, we cannot hope for that; but some place set apart for it.
tags: beauty hope
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.
tags: soul sky god
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.
tags: flowers
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - it gives a lovely light!
tags: friends
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
Earth does not understand her child,Who from the loud gregarious townReturns, depleted and defiled,To the still woods, to fling him down.
tags: earth
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
What terrible fear causes Man to address the Void as Thou?
tags: fear men
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
I love humanity but I hate people.
tags: humanity people hate
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief or grief has drained me clean; Still it seems a pity No one saw,-it must have been Very pretty.
tags: grief sad
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
Not Truth, but Faith it is that keeps the world alive.
tags: truth world faith
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
And all the loveliest things there be come simply, so it seems to me.
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
Not for the flag Of any land because myself was born there Will I give up my life. But I will love that land where man is free, And that will I defend.
tags: men
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.
tags: dark night tears
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
I am all the time talking about you, and bragging, to one person or another. I am like the Ancient Mariner, who had a tale in his heart he must unfold to all. I am always buttonholing somebody and saying, "Someday you must meet my mother."
tags: time people heart saying
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart. People twist and scream in pain- Dawn will find them still again; This has neither wax nor wane, Neither stop nor start.
tags: people heart sorrow rain
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
You see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. It's only that.
tags: right poet
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
And must I then, indeed, Pain, live with you all through my life?-sharing my fire, my bed, Sharing-oh, worst of all things!-the same head?- And, when I feed myself, feeding you too?
tags: pain live fire
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn.
tags: heart mind learn
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing, Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going.
tags: heart friends knowing
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
Not poppy, nor mandrake, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep, Which thou owest yesterday.
tags: world sleep medicine
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
The young are so old, they are born with their fingers crossed.
tags: young
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
If I could have two things in one: the peace of the grave, and the light of the sun.
tags: peace
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
And reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky.
tags: sky
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
edna st. vincent millay
Birth    : February 22, 1892
Death  : October 19, 1950
Occupation  : Poet