Edna St. Vincent Millay Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• 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.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  I Miss You, Missing You, Broken Heart

• I am all the time talking about you, and bragging, to one person or another. I am like the Ancient Mariner, who had a tale in his heart he must unfold to all. I am always buttonholing somebody and saying, "Someday you must meet my mother."

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Daughter, Mother, Heart

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (1952). “Letters”

• 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.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Heart, Knowing, Matter

  Edna St Vincent, Edna St. Vincent Millay (2013). “The Edna St. Vincent Millay Collection”, p.162, eBookIt.com

• Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart. People twist and scream in pain-- Dawn will find them still again; This has neither wax nor wane, Neither stop nor start.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Pain, Rain, Heart

  Edna St Vincent, Edna St. Vincent Millay (2013). “The Edna St. Vincent Millay Collection”, p.134, eBookIt.com

• The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide; Above the world is stretched the sky, No higher than the soul is high. The heart can push the sea and land Farther away on either hand; The soul can split the sky in two, And let the face of God shine through. But East and West will pinch the heart That can not keep them pushed apart; And he whose soul is flat—the sky Will cave in on him by and by.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Heart, Hands, Sea

  "Renascence" l. 207 (1917)

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

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Relationship, Summer, Heart

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (2014). “Millay: Poems”, p.170, Everyman's Library

• The world stands out on either side, No wider than the heart is wide.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Heart, World, Sides

  Edna St Vincent, Edna St. Vincent Millay (2013). “The Edna St. Vincent Millay Collection”, p.121, eBookIt.com

• What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning, but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Summer, Lonely, Morning

  Harp-Weaver and Other Poems (1923) sonnet 19

• I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Heart, Inward, Ledges

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (2003). “Edna St. Vincent Millay: Selected Poems”, p.61, Library of America

• pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Learning, Heart, Mind

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (2003). “Edna St. Vincent Millay: Selected Poems”, p.19, Library of America

• Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart. I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And I lie disheveled in the grass apart, A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Breakup, Sweet, Lying

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (1956). “Collected Poems”, HarperCollins Publishers

• l am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Wise, Time, Heart

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (2003). “Edna St. Vincent Millay: Selected Poems”, p.94, Library of America

• Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide; The old snows melt from every mountain-side, And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane; But last year's bitter loving must remain Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide! 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!

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Pain, Memories, Rain

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (2014). “Millay: Poems”, p.56, Everyman's Library

• This have I known always: Love is no more than the wide blossom which the wind assails, than the great tide that treads the shifting shore, strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales; Pity me that the heart is slow to learn, that the swift mind beholds at every turn.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Sad, Heart, Love Is

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (2003). “Selected Poems”

• I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Heart, Heavenly, Resigned

  Edna St. Vincent Millay, Frances Schoonmaker (1999). “Edna St. Vincent Millay”, p.30, Sterling Publishing Company, Inc.

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

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  God, Heart, Fingers

  Edna St Vincent, Edna St. Vincent Millay (2013). “The Edna St. Vincent Millay Collection”, p.121, eBookIt.com

• Cruel of heart, lay down my song. Your reading eyes have done me wrong. Not for you was the pen bitten, And the mind wrung, and the song written.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Song, Reading, Heart

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (1991). “Edna St. Vincent Millay: selected poems : the centenary edition”, Harpercollins

• We were so wholly one I had not thought That we could die apart. I had not thought That I could move,—and you be stiff and still! That I could speak,—and you perforce be dumb! I think our heart-strings were, like warp and woof In some firm fabric, woven in and out; Your golden filaments in fair design Across my duller fibre.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Moving, Heart, Thinking

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (2007). “The Collected Poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay”, p.25, Filiquarian Publishing, LLC.

• I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year; And you must welcome from another part Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear. No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing; And I have loved you all too long and well To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring. Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes, I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums, That you may hail anew the bird and rose When I come back to you, as summer comes. Else will you seek, at some not distant time, Even your summer in another clime.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Summer, Wise, Sweet

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (2014). “Millay: Poems”, p.170, Everyman's Library

• But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach, And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling, The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake, Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road A gateless garden, and an open path: My feet to follow, and my heart to hold.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Flower, Heart, Eye

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (2011). “Collected Poems”, p.67, Harper Collins

• The heart grows weary after a little Of what it loved for a little while.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Heart, Littles, Constancy

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (1956). “Collected Poems”, HarperCollins Publishers

• It's little I know what's in my heart,What's in my mind it's little I know,But there's that in me must up and start,And it's little I care where my feet go.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Heart, Feet, Mind

  Edna St. Vincent Millay, Frances Schoonmaker (1999). “Edna St. Vincent Millay”, p.25, Sterling Publishing Company, Inc.

• 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!

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Heart, Swans, Air

  Edna St Vincent, Edna St. Vincent Millay (2013). “The Edna St. Vincent Millay Collection”, p.194, eBookIt.com

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