Not Truth, but Faith it is that keeps the world alive. Edna St. Vincent Millay More Quotes by Edna St. Vincent Millay More Quotes From 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! Edna St. Vincent Millay light love night I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one. Edna St. Vincent Millay blooming nature flower 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. Edna St. Vincent Millay learning mistake advice 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. Edna St. Vincent Millay intelligent witty beautiful 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. Edna St. Vincent Millay broken-heart missing-you i-miss-you The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through. Edna St. Vincent Millay god sky two They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now Edna St. Vincent Millay sad i-miss-you love Life must go on; I forget just why. Edna St. Vincent Millay grief goes-on forget 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? Edna St. Vincent Millay pain fire life What should I be but just what I am? Edna St. Vincent Millay should-i should Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, but climb. Edna St. Vincent Millay climbs soar lost Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me Edna St. Vincent Millay long-grass eye blow Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came. Edna St. Vincent Millay dust beautiful beauty 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. Edna St. Vincent Millay knowing matter heart You are loved. If so, what else matters? Edna St. Vincent Millay ifs matter The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity. Edna St. Vincent Millay trials absence inspirational Now the autumn shudders Edna St. Vincent Millay autumn dust names 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! Edna St. Vincent Millay dust broken book Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Edna St. Vincent Millay wisdom wise life 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. Edna St. Vincent Millay remember-you clouds thinking
