Life isn't one thing after another, it's the same thing over and over. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Life Copy Share 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 Death Copy Share Image
Father, I beg of Thee a little task To dignify my days, 'tis all I ask. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Darkness Copy Share Image
Strange how few, After alls said and done, the things that are Of moment. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Life isn't all beer and skittles; few of us have touched a skittle in years. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Beer Copy Share Image
Set the foot down with distrust on the crust of the world - it is thin. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Distrust Copy Share Image
let geese Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release From dusty bondage into luminous air. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Please don't think me negligent or rude. I am both, in effect, of course, but please don't think me either. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
On and on eternally Shall your altered fluid run, Bud and bloom and go to seed; But your singing days are done — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Oh, you mean I'm a homosexual! Of course I am, and heterosexual too, but what's that got to do with my headache? — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Absence Copy Share Image
“Hard, hard it is, this anxious autumn To lift the heavy mind from its dark forebodings;” — Edna St. Vincent Millay Anxious Copy Share Image
Should at that moment the full moon Step forth upon the hill, And memories hard to bear at noon, By moonlight harder… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Bears Copy Share Image
There are a hundred places where I fear To go, --so with his memory they brim! And entering with relief some quiet… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“Degraded bird, I give you back your eyes forever, ascend now whither you are tossed; Forsake this wrist, forsake this rhyme; Soar,… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Bird Copy Share Image
Let us not forget such words, and all they mean, as hatred, bitterness, and rancor greed, intolerance, bigotry; let us renew our… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Bigotry Copy Share Image
This have I known always: Love is no more than the wide blossom which the wind assails, than the great tide that… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
I am all the time talking about you, and bragging, to one person or another. I am like the Ancient Mariner, who… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Ancient Copy Share Image
We were so wholly one I had not thought That we could die apart. I had not thought That I could move,—and… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Design Copy Share Image
What the customer demands is last year's model, cheaper. To find out what the customer needs you have to understand what the… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Business Copy Share Image
Spring TO what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness… — Edna St. Vincent Millay April Copy Share Image
SHE is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
I would I were alive again To kiss the fingers of the rain, To drink into my eyes the shine Of every… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Alive Copy Share Image
“But, sure, the sky is big, I said; Miles and miles above my head; So here upon my back I'll lie And… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide; Above the world is stretched the sky, No… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“You will see such webs on the wet grass, maybe, As a pixie-mother weaves for her baby, You will find such flame… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“Strange how few, After all’s said and done, the things that are Of moment. Few indeed! When I can make Of ten… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Grief Copy Share Image
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
