333 Quotes by Edna St. Vincent Millay

To be grown up is to sit at the table with people who have died, who neither listen nor speak ...

Life isn't all beer and skittles; few of us have touched a skittle in years.

Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom, golden in the green grass, This life can be. Common as a dandelion-blossom, beautiful in the clean grass, not beautiful Because common, beautiful because beautiful, Noble because common, because free.

Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom golden in the green grass, this life can be.

There are a hundred places where I fear To go, --so with his memory they brim! And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, 'There is no memory of him here!' And so stand stricken, so remembering him!

Tiresome heart, forever living and dying, House without air, I leave you and lock your door. Wild swans, come over the town, come over The town again, trailing your legs and crying!

She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes.

To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough.

Stranger, pause and look; From the dust of ages Lift this little book, Turn the tattered pages, Read me, do not let me die! Search the fading letters finding Steadfast in the broken binding All that once was I!