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You are loved. If so, what else matters?

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Edna St. Vincent Millay
Age: 58 †
Born: 1892
Born: February 22
Died: 1950
Died: October 19
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O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
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I am not a tentative person. Whatever I do, I give up my whole self to it.
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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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Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.
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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.
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After the feet of beauty fly my own.
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A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public eye with his pants down.
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Love is not all it is not meat nor drink.
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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.
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Blessed be Death, that cuts in marble What would have sunk to dust!
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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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That is my being, the madness of an unaccustomed mood.
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Progress-progress is the dirtiest word in the language-who ever told us- And made us believe it-that to take a step forward was necessarily, was always A good idea?
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Strange how few, After alls said and done, the things that are Of moment.
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I will come back to you, I swear I will And you will know me still. I shall be only a little taller Than when I went.
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Not poppy, nor mandrake, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep, Which thou owest yesterday.
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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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Lord I do fear / Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year.
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