Grief Quote by Edna St. Vincent Millay Download Open image “If ever I said in grief or pride, I'd tired of honest things, I lied.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.8 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Grief Honest Honesty Ifs Lied Pride Said Tired Truth
I've been lied to enough times that I'd much rather know the truth, even if it makes me die a little inside. — Nishan Panwar Copy Share Image
Lies were something you told other people to make things easier, somehow - hopefully, for them, but often more selfishly for yourself. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Never lie to me my heart fragile .speak the truth cause the more you lien the more you illsionating me .words do say much… — Gisel Garcia Copy Share Image
I am a bleak heroism of words that refuse to be buried alive with the liars. — Audre Lorde Copy Share Image
You can make me sad by saying the truth , but don't make me happy by saying lies — Spido Copy Share Image
When you deliberately distort and selectively present the truth, you lie. — Charlie Kirk Copy Share Image
It is heartbreaking to me that I wasn't told the truth. I'm a very loyal guy, and I expect loyalty in return. And lying… — Chris Christie Copy Share Image
I've told so many lies that you won't accept the truth, I've hurt you so many times now your heart is bulletproof — Tank Copy Share Image
Sometimes the lies you tell are less frightening than the loneliness you might feel if you stopped telling them. — Brock Clarke Copy Share Image
Remember, any lie you are told, even deliberately, is often a more significant fact than a truth told in all sincerity. — Halldór Laxness 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 place Where… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
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… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
A Poem from Edna St. Vincent Millay: Grown-up Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
And reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“And you as well must die, beloved dust, And all your beauty stand you in no stead; This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head,… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share 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 Copy Share Image
Some of us have been thinking and talking too long without doing anything. Poems are perfect; picketing, sometimes, is better. — Edna St. Vincent Millay 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 look my… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“...they had lived, they'd lived intensely. But no matter how deeply you live, it comes to this in the end: one of you will… — Brian Morton Copy Share Image
“You must understand the pain and grief of losing someone is nothing more than a function of survival.” — Steven Cooper Copy Share Image
You felt a deep sorrow, the kind of melancholy you feel when you're in a beautiful place and the sun is going down — Thrity Umrigar Copy Share Image
... how much of our inner substance is it good for us to give to public griefs? The whole modern tendency to agonize over… — Louise Bogan Copy Share Image
You dont choose your life; it chooses you. Theres no point asking why life has reserved certain joys or griefs, you just accept them… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
“When we learn to attribute meaning to the events in our lives, we connect with our Higher Purpose, Higher Wisdom, or Source; we become… — Susan Barbara Apollon Copy Share Image
Nowadays most people wear black most of the time anyway: go to a literary party and one would imagine everyone there was in perpetual… — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength. — Ovid Copy Share Image
These days grief seems like walking on a frozen river; most of the time he feels safe enough, but there is always that danger… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
