Quote by Edna St. Vincent Millay Download Open image ““Tea was sucha comfort.”” — Edna St. Vincent Millay ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.3 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“The tea was so delicious that it was not necessary to pretend it was anything but tea.” — Frances Hodgson Burnett Copy Share Image
“Afterwards, they always had tea in the kitchen, much the nicest room in the house.” — Flora Thompson Copy Share Image
“nothing helped tea. It simply was what it was, which was boiling hot and flavorless.” — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
“It was fortunate that tea was at hand, to produce a lull and provide refreshment...” — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“I am a tea, he thought. I am some kind of tea. And I have wishes.” — Patrick Somerville Copy Share Image
“This was going to be the best cup of tea ever, even if it did look piss weak and oily. He took a gentle… — Simon Dunn Copy Share Image
“In the midst of chaos, tea serves as a soothing oasis, a chance to take a deep breath and regroup.” — Ajaz Ahmad Khawaja 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
