Edna St. Vincent Millay Quotes

My candle burns at both ends It will not last the night But ah my foes and oh my friends - It gives a lovely light.

Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.

And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die.

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

Oh, friend, forget not, when you fain would noteIn me a beauty that was never mine, How first you knew me in a book I wrote, How first you loved me for a written line....

Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age. The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.

And must I then, indeed, Pain, live with youall through my life?-sharing my fire, my bed, Sharing-oh, worst of all things!-the same head?-And, when I feed myself, feeding you too?

A person who publishes a book willfully appears before the populace with his pants down. If it is a good book nothing can hurt him. If it is a bad book nothing can help him.

No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.

God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.

'Tis not love's going hurts my days but that it went in little ways.

After all my erstwhile dear my no longer cherished need we say it was no love just because it perished?

I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.

My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing, Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going.

Pity me that the heart is slow to learnWhat the swift mind beholds at every turn.

April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers.

Beauty is whatever gives joy.

They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now

My heart is warm with the friends I make And better friends I'll not be knowing Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take No matter where it's going.

You see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. It’s only that.

I do not think there is a woman in whom the roots of passion shoot deeper than in me.

And if I loved you Wednesday well what is that to you? I do not love you Thursday - so much is true.

A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public eye with his pants down.

Catch from the board of beauty/ Such careless crumbs as fall.

I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.

Music, my rampart and my only one.

Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the city, wanting the sea.

Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it.

I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death.

Into each dance must be packed the panic and ecstasy of her last moment of life, for underneath was death.

A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public with his pants down.

It is not true that life is one damn thing after another- it's one damn thing over and over.

Strange how few After all's said and done the things that are Of moment.

The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.

I love humanity but I hate people.

With him for a sire and her for a dam What should I be but just what I am?

I would I were alive again to kiss the fingers of the rain.

And all the loveliest things there be Come simply so it seems to me.

After all, my erstwhile dear, My no longer cherished, Need we say it was not love, Just because it perished?

Where you used to be there is a hole in the world which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime and falling into at night. I miss you like hell.

Am I kin to Sorrow, That so oftFalls the knocker of my door—Neither loud nor soft, But as long accustomed—Under Sorrow’s hand?