Best Quotes by Edna St. Vincent Millay (Top 10)
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I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
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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.
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Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it.
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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.
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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!
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Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.
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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.
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What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning, but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.
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After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?
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I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.
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More Edna St. Vincent Millay Quotes
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It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it's one damn thing over and over.
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I love humanity but I hate people.
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Pity me that the heart is slow to learnWhat the swift mind beholds at every turn.
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Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, but climb.
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The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.
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No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.
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Stranger, pause and look; From the dust of ages Lift this little book, Turn the tattered pages, Read me, do not let me die! Search the fading letters finding Steadfast in the broken binding All that once was I!
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You are loved. If so, what else matters?
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Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
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A person who publishes a book willfully appears before the populace with his pants down. If it is a good book nothing can hurt him. If it is a bad book nothing can help him.
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There is no God. But it does not matter. Man is enough.
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Life must go on; I forget just why.
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I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind, Am urged by your propinquity to find Your person fair, and feel a certain zest To bear your body's weight upon my breast; So subtly is the fume of life designed, To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind, And leave me once again undone, possessed. Think not for this, however, the poor treason Of my stout blood against my staggering brain, I shall remember you with love, or season My scorn with pity, - let me make it plain: I find this frenzy insufficient reason For conversation when we meet again.
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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?
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Parrots, tortoises and redwoods live a longer life than men do; Men a longer life than dogs do; Dogs a longer life than love does.
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Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand. Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
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SHE is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine. She has more hair than she needs; In the sun ’tis a woe to me! And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea. She loves me all that she can, And her ways to my ways resign; But she was not made for any man, And she never will be all mine.
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I dread no more the first white in my hair, Or even age itself, the easy shoe, The cane, the wrinkled hands, the special chair: Time, doing this to me, may alter too My anguish, into something I can bear
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Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I And hailed the earth with such a cry As is not heard save from a man Who has been dead, and lives again. About the trees my arms I wound; Like one gone mad I hugged the ground; I raised my quivering arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky...
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A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public eye with his pants down.
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The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.
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Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me
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Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Nobody that matters, that is.
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God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.
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It's not love's going hurts my days But that it went in little ways.
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Set the foot down with distrust on the crust of the world - it is thin.
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April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
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If I love you Wednesday, What is that to you? I do not love you Thursday - so much is true.
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Life is a quest and love a quarrel
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