Father, I beg of Thee a little task To dignify my days, 'tis all I ask. Edna St. Vincent Millay More Quotes by Edna St. Vincent Millay More Quotes From Edna St. Vincent Millay It's little I know what's in my heart,What's in my mind it's little I know,But there's that in me must up and start,And it's little I care where my feet go. Edna St. Vincent Millay feetmindheart Life isn't one thing after another, it's the same thing over and over. Edna St. Vincent Millay one-thing-after-anotherone-thing Death devours all lovely things; Edna St. Vincent Millay lovelydarknessdeath To what purpose, April, do you return again? Edna St. Vincent Millay returnpurposespring let geese Edna St. Vincent Millay freedomheroair Tiresome heart, forever living and dying, Edna St. Vincent Millay swansairheart Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare. Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace, And lay them prone upon the earth and cease To ponder on themselves, the while they stare At nothing, intricately drawn nowhere. Edna St. Vincent Millay euclidearthpeace Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! And all for a pledge that was not pledged by me, I have kissed thy crust and eaten sparingly That I might eat again, and met thy sneers With deprecations, and thy blows with tears. Edna St. Vincent Millay sadtearsblow This have I known always: Love is no more than the wide blossom which the wind assails, than the great tide that treads the shifting shore, strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales; Pity me that the heart is slow to learn, that the swift mind beholds at every turn. Edna St. Vincent Millay sadheartlove-is 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. Edna St. Vincent Millay pantshurthelping Death devours all lovely things. Edna St. Vincent Millay lovely-thingslovely Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom golden in the green grass, this life can be. Edna St. Vincent Millay goldengreenbeautiful Life isn't all beer and skittles; few of us have touched a skittle in years. Edna St. Vincent Millay skittlesbeeryears O troubled forms, O early love unfortunate and hard, Edna St. Vincent Millay hard-timesloversjewels Marriage...one of the most civilized institutions in the world...But...swimming is one of the most wonderful of sports, and yet there are always some people who cannot swim who insist on going into the water and getting drowned. Many people spoil marriage in a like manner. One should be sure she knows how to be married before rushing into it. Edna St. Vincent Millay rushingswimmingsports That is my being, the madness of an unaccustomed mood. Edna St. Vincent Millay madnessmood A grave is such a quiet place. Edna St. Vincent Millay quiet-placegravesquiet After the feet of beauty fly my own. Edna St. Vincent Millay my-ownfeet I hate people but I love gatherings. Edna St. Vincent Millay hategatheringpeople it may be said of me by Harper & Brothers, that although I reject their proposals, I welcome their advances. Edna St. Vincent Millay welcomebrothermay
