99+ Edna St. Vincent Millay Quotes on Longing, Heart and Loss - Quotes.pub

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This summer has been so short, so small. I think that like “Alice” it ate the cake that said “Eat Me”, and dwindled and dwindled until it was so tiny that it ran out through the cracks under the door.

I bleed, but know not wherefore, know not where.

The most I ever did for you was to outlive you. But that is much.

I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death.

Nobody speaks to me. People fall in love with me, and annoy me and distress me and flatter me and excite me and – and all that sort of thing. But no one speaks to me. I sometimes think that no one can. Can you?

Martyred many times must be Who would keep his country free.

Country Quotes

A person who publishes a book wilfully appears before the populace with his pants down. –.

Please don’t think me negligent or rude. I am both, in effect, of course, but please don’t think me either.

Who’s that knocking on my grave and will not let me sleep, a year has one.

The poem is the thing. Is it interesting? – Is it beautiful? –Is it sublime? Then it was written by nobody. It exists by itself.

Evil alone has oil for every wheel.

Oh, friend, forget not, when you fain would note In me a beauty that was never mine, How first you knew me in a book I wrote, How first you loved me for a written line...

Firsts Quotes

Beauty in all things-no, we cannot hope for that; but some place set apart for it.

Let us not forget such words, and all they mean, as hatred, bitterness, and rancor greed, intolerance, bigotry; let us renew our faith and pledge to man, his right to be himself and free.

Death devours all lovely things.

Although we sometimes did without a few of life’s necessities, we rarely lacked for its luxuries.

We are all ruled in what we do by impulses; and these impulses are so organized that our actions in general serve for our self preservation and that of the race.

Dust in an urn long since, dispersed and dead Is great Apollo; and the happier he.

Give back my book and take my kiss instead.

I make bean stalks, I’m A builder, like yourself.

Guess I’ll weep awhile. Guess I won’t, I mean.

When you are corn and roses and at rest I shall endure, a dense and sanguine ghost To haunt the scene where I was happiest To bend above the thing I loved the most.

Man has never been the same since God died.

That is my being, the madness of an unaccustomed mood.

We think-although of course, now, we very seldom Clearly think- That the other side of War is Peace.

O troubled forms, O early love unfortunate and hard, Time has estranged you into a jewel cold and pure.

He that would eat of love must eat it where it hangs.

Strange how few, After alls said and done, the things that are Of moment.

I had a little sorrow, Born of a little sin.

Longing alone is singer to the lute.

I met the wolf alone and was devoured in peace.

I am not at all in favor of hard work for its own sake; many people who work very hard indeed produce terrible things, and should most certainly not be encouraged.

What should I be but just what I am?

The young are so old, they are born with their fingers crossed.

Blessed be Death, that cuts in marble What would have sunk to dust!

There are a hundred places where I fear To go, – so with his memory they brim! And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, ‘There is no memory of him here!’ And so stand stricken, so remembering him!

Here’s a song was never sung: Growing old is dying young.

The heart grows weary after a little Of what it loved for a little while.

I saw and heard, and knew at last The How and Why of all things, past, and present, and forevermore.

PIERROT: Of course not. There never was. “Moon’s” just a word to swear by. “Mutton!“ – now there’s a thing you can lay the hands on, And set the tooth in! Listen, Columbine: I always lied about the moon and you. Food is my only lust. COLUMBINE: Well, eat it, then, For Heaven’s sake, and stop your silly noise! I haven’t heard the clock tick for an hour.

And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea.

When you publish something, it is very much as if you pulled your pants down in public. If what you have written is good, nobody can hurt you; if what you have written is bad, nobody can help you.

On and on eternally Shall your altered fluid run, Bud and bloom and go to seed; But your singing days are done.

She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes.

So up I got in anger, And took a book I had, And put a ribbon on my hair To please a passing lad. And, “One thing there’s no getting by – I’ve been a wicked girl,” said I; But if I can’t be sorry, why, I might as well be glad!

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.”

A Poem from Edna St. Vincent Millay: Grown-up Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at half-past eight?

Time can make soft that iron wood.

Youth, have no pity; leave no farthing here For age to invest in compromise and fear.

Oh, you mean I’m a homosexual! Of course I am, and heterosexual too, but what’s that got to do with my headache?

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