But you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea to lie awake in linen smelling of lavender, and hear the nightingale, and long for me.

โ€” Edna St. Vincent Millay

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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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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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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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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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Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom golden in the green grass, this life can be.

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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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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

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The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.

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There isn't a train I wouldn't take, no matter where it's going.

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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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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.

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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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About Edna St. Vincent Millay

Quotes 194 sayings
Nationality American
Profession Author
Birthday October 16

I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.

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Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there. I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one.

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The younger generation forms a country of its own.

It has no geographical boundaries. I've talked with young Hungarians in Budapest, with young Italians in Rome, with young Frenchmen in Paris, and with young people all over. ... These young people are going to do things. They are going to change things.

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Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.

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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.

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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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The fabric of my faithful love No power shall dim or ravel Whilst I stay here - but oh, my dear, If I should ever travel!

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Beauty is whatever gives joy.

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I love humanity but I hate people.

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Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, but climb.

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[on going to Sunday school:] It looks like rain, and I hope it will rain cats and dogs and hammers and pitchforks and silver sugar spoons and hay ricks and paper-covered novels and picture frames and rag carpets and toothpicks and skating rinks and birds of paradise and roof gardens and burdocks and French grammars before Sunday school time.

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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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And reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky.

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I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind.

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The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief or grief has drained me clean; Still it seems a pity No one saw,โ€”it must have been Very pretty.

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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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God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.

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I am all the time talking about you, and bragging, to one person or another.

I am like the Ancient Mariner, who had a tale in his heart he must unfold to all. I am always buttonholing somebody and saying, "Someday you must meet my mother."

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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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I have loved badly, loved the greatToo soon, withdrawn my words too late;

And eaten in an echoing hallAlone and from a chipped plateThe words that I withdrew too late.

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pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn.

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Love is not all; it is not meat nor drink.

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Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it.

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Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.

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let geese Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release From dusty bondage into luminous air.

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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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You see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. Itโ€™s only that.

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Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Nobody that matters, that is.

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Euclid Alone Has Looked on Beauty Bare.

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I drank at every vine, the last was like the first. I came upon no wine so wonderful as thirst.

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Life in itself / Is nothing, / An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.

/ It is not enough that yearly, down this hill, / April / Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

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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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Oh, children, growing up to be Adventurers into sophistry, Forbear, forbear to be of those That read the rood to learn the rose.

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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!

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Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age.

The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.

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April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

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I hate people but I love gatherings.

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