Memory Quote by Edna St. Vincent Millay Download Open image ““Take up the song; forget the epitaph.”” — Edna St. Vincent Millay ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.5 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Memory Song
“Let no man write my epitaph; for as no man who knows my motives, dares now to vindicate them, let not prejudice, nor ignorance,… — Gretta Curran Browne Copy Share Image
“I guess that's the magic of songs. The very best ones, they let you forget that they were written by someone about something that… — Jasmine Warga Copy Share Image
“I just wish the memories would fade. I wish the songs wouldn’t bring tears. And, I wish that his name would stop making my… — Melissa Brown Copy Share Image
“Familiar like a forgotten song from long ago that takes you back to a moment the second you hear it. And you recognize who… — Katy Regnery Copy Share Image
“Why waste a life in search of an epitaph? ‘Fondly Remembered’. Who other than a halfwit has that chiselled above his head?” — Michael Dobbs Copy Share Image
“There's always that song that brings you back to the past. That makes you pause in the middle of what you're doing just so… — Kira Jeffries Copy Share Image
“The good and the beautiful is not forgotten; it lives in legend and in song.” — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share Image
“I think they would like the songs better if I left out the names, or changed the pronouns.” — David Levithan Copy Share Image
“My father would say, The forgotten songs we never really knew, only think we remember knowing, when what we really do is understand at… — Paul Harding Copy Share Image
“I sing. I let go. I open my arms to the kind unknown." (Brina, "A Veil of Glass and Rain")” — Petra F. Bagnardi 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
I was 3-years-old - to this day it is a vivid memory. My family and I were on a boat, catching fish. As one… — Joaquin Phoenix Copy Share Image
“Maybe there is something when it all ends. Maybe there is memory, memory of the person you loved, when you lived. Maybe this is… — Kate Ellison Copy Share Image
In literature and art memory is a synonym for invention. It is the life-blood of imagination, which faints and dies when the veins are… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
Memory is funny. Once you hit a vein the problem is not how to remember but how to control the flow. — Tobias Wolff Copy Share Image
I am told many children block out the memory of trauma. In fact, the healing process can only truly begin when we are willing… — Phoebe Stone Copy Share Image
“The whole town rushed outside to celebrate this crowded minute when the time of suffering had ended and the time of forgetting had not… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
I have a memory like an elephant. I remember every elephant I've ever met. — Herb Caen Copy Share Image
Your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from… — John Irving Copy Share Image
My first Olympics memory was watching Haile Gebrselassie in Sydney 2000. His sprint finish to defend his title really moved me. — Mo Farah Copy Share Image
That old man dies prematurely whose memory records no benefits conferred. They only have lived long who have lived virtuously. — Richard Brinsley Sheridan Copy Share Image
My greatest memories as a kid were playing sports with my dad and watching sports with my dad. — Mark Teixeira Copy Share Image
