Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)
Contributed by: Zaady
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Source: God's World, 1917
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn What the swift mind beholds at every turn.
Source: Pity Me Not, 1923
If ever I said, in grief or pride, I tired of honest things, I lied.
Source: The Goose Girl, 1923
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand
Source: A Few Figs from Thistles, 1920, Second Fig
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.
Source: A Few Figs from Thistles, First Fig
It is not true that life is one damn thing after another, it is the same damn thing over and over.
How strange a thing is death, bringing to his knees, bringing to his antlers The buck in the snow . . . Life, looking out attentive from the eyes of the doe.
Source: The Buck in the Snow, 1928
Life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse.
Source: Ashes of Life , 1917
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.
Source: Love Is Not All, 1931
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