Quote

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.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Age: 58 †
Born: 1892
Born: February 22
Died: 1950
Died: October 19
Librettist
Playwright
Poet
Translator
Writer
Rockland
Maine
Nancy Boyd
Edna St. Vincent Millay
People
Little
Wells
Book
Faint
Well
Perfume
Really
Dead
Way
Knew
Think
Used
Thinking
Littles

More quotes by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Image
Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour falls from the sky a meteoric shower of facts They lie unquestioned, uncombined. Wisdom enough to leech us of our ill is daily spun, But there exists no loom to weave it into fabric.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Image
A grave is such a quiet place.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Image
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and sink and rise and sink again Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath, Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone Yet many a man is making friends with death Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Image
pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Image
I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death I am not on his pay-roll.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Image
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
Image
April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Image
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
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Image
If ever I said in grief or pride, I'd tired of honest things, I lied.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Image
No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Image
Cut if you will with sleep's dull knife, the years from off your life, my friend! the years that death takes off my life, he'll take from off the other end!
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Image
Evil alone has oil for every wheel.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Image
When I can make Of ten small words a rope to hang the world! I had you and I have you now no more.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Image
I do not think there is a woman in whom the roots of passion shoot deeper than in me.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Image
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
Image
Oh, children, growing up to be Adventurers into sophistry, Forbear, forbear to be of those That read the rood to learn the rose.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Image
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.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Image
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
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Image
To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Image
Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom, golden in the green grass, This life can be. Common as a dandelion-blossom, beautiful in the clean grass, not beautiful Because common, beautiful because beautiful, Noble because common, because free.
Edna St. Vincent Millay