Death Quote by Edna St. Vincent Millay Download Open image ““The breath of dying lilies haunted the twilight air.”” — Edna St. Vincent Millay ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.4 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Death Dying Lilies Haunted Twilight Lilies Haunted Twilight Twilight Air
One hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and smoky purple lilies. "They're straight from the… — Jess C Scott Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time there were two parents, two children, and a brick house with lilies in the yard. The parents died, the lilies… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“If lilies can blossom in a murky lake, you too, can bloom in this dark world.” — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
“It came with the wind through the silence of the night, a long, deep mutter, then a rising howl, and then the sad moan… — Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
“My soul was like a summer evening, after a heavy fall of rain, when the drops are yet glistening on the trees in the… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“You that seek what life is in death, Now find it air that once was breath.” — Baron Brooke Fulke Greville Copy Share Image
“The falling away of things we carry around with us, twilight and chimney smoke.” — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Twilight was laying claim to the cité, and the sky was a deepening shade of lavender, spangled with stars and fleecy clouds the colour… — Sharon Kay Penman Copy Share Image
“I coughed and choked, and drowned on moonlight, which tastes like butter and steel and salt and mist. And then, just like that, just… — April Genevieve Tucholke Copy Share Image
“We lay there together for a little while longer, watching the sun over the lake as it finally started to go down, and twilight… — Morgan Matson 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
“He wondered how it was fair that your dying should depend so much on when you were born.” — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
What sets worlds in motion is the interplay of differences, their attractions and repulsions. Life is plurality, death is uniformity. By suppressing differences and… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
Most of us are convinced that we are our egos, which is who we think we are. The ego is part of our incarnation.… — Ram Dass Copy Share Image
I do not want to live at the cost of the life even of a snake. I should let him bite me to death… — Mahatma Gandhi Copy Share Image
“It was beautiful. He thought he had never seen anything so beautiful in all his life; that, having seen it, he could die content,… — Mira Grant Copy Share Image
With multiplayer, permanent death, and an ever-changing world to explore and conquer, 'A Valley Without Wind' might be the place you're looking for if… — Rob Manuel Copy Share Image
“What did you see?” she asked gently. His brow furrowed, as if he could not understand the question. Then his eyes turned to the… — J. Anthony Torino Copy Share Image
Those whose life is long still strive for gain, and for all mortals all things take second place to money. — Sophocles Copy Share Image
“I practice Dying--every night-- But have not learned to, still-- Though Talented--by Mortal bones-- For such a common Skill.” — Alan W. Powers 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
I am not a depressive person at all, but I reflect a lot on my life, and life in general, from the perspective of… — Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu Copy Share Image
