Sara Teasdale Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.

  Sara Teasdale

  Broken Heart, Wise, Wisdom

  Sara Teasdale (1920). “Flame and Shadow”, p.120, Рипол Классик

• The spring is fresh and fearless
  And every leaf is new,
  The world is brimmed with moonlight,
  The lilac brimmed with dew.
  
  Here in the moving shadows
  I catch my breath and sing -
  My heart is fresh and fearless
  And over-brimmed with spring.

  Sara Teasdale

  Spring, Moving, Heart

  Sara Teasdale (1915). “Rivers to the Sea”

• My heart is a garden tired with autumn.

  Sara Teasdale

  Tired, Heart, Autumn

  Sara Teasdale (1920). “Flame and Shadow”, p.69, Рипол Классик

• Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.

  Sara Teasdale

  Beauty, Heart, Bad Relationship

  Sara Teasdale (1937). “Collected poems”

• Into my heart's treasury I slipped a coin That Time cannot take Nor a thief purloin- O better than the minting Of a gold-crowned king Is the safe-kept memory Of a lovely thing.

  Sara Teasdale

  Kings, Memories, Heart

  Sara Teasdale (1920). “Flame and Shadow”

• All through the deep blue night The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart of the satyr carved in stone. The fountain sang and sang But the satyr never stirred- Only the great white moon In the empty heaven heard.

  Sara Teasdale

  Sunset, Heart, Moon

  Sara Teasdale, William Drake (1984). “Mirror of the Heart: Poems of Sara Teasdale”, MacMillan Publishing Company

• My heart is a garden tired with autumn,
  Heaped with bending asters and dahlias heavy and dark,
  In the hazy sunshine, the garden remembers April,
  The drench of rains and a snow-drop quick and clear as a spark;
  Daffodils blowing in the cold wind of morning,
  And golden tulips, goblets holding the rain -
  The garden will be hushed with snow, forgotten soon, forgotten -
  After the stillness, will spring come again?

  Sara Teasdale

  Morning, Spring, Rain

  Sara Teasdale, “The Garden”

• Oh to be free of myself, With nothing left to remember, To have my heart as bare As a tree in December; Resting, as a tree rests After its leaves are gone, Waiting no more for a rain at night Nor for the red at dawn.

  Sara Teasdale

  Rain, Heart, Night

  Sara Teasdale (1920). “Flame and Shadow”, p.135, Рипол Классик

• There is a quiet at the heart of love, And I have pierced the pain and come to peace.

  Sara Teasdale

  Love, Pain, Heart

  Sara Teasdale (1911). “Helen of Troy, and Other Poems”

• Love in my heart is a cry forever Lost as the swallow's flight, Seeking for you and never, never Stilled by the stars at night

  Sara Teasdale

  Stars, Heart, Night

  Sara Teasdale (1937). “Collected poems”

• No one worth possessing Can be quite possessed; Lay that on your heart, My young angry dear; This truth, this hard and precious stone, Lay it on your hot cheek, Let it hide your tear. Hold it like a crystal When you are alone And gaze in the depths of the icy stone. Long, look long and you will be blessed: No one worth possessing Can be quite possessed.

  Sara Teasdale

  Blessed, Heart, Precious Stones

  Sara Teasdale (1933). “Strange victory: by Sara Teasdale”

• Until I lose my soul and lie Blind to the beauty of the earth, Deaf though shouting wind goes by, Dumb in a storm of mirth; Until my heart is quenched at length And I have left the land of men, Oh, let me love with all my strength Careless if I am loved again.

  Sara Teasdale

  Lying, Heart, Men

  Sara Teasdale (1937). “Collected poems”

• Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.

  Sara Teasdale

  Sad, Broken Heart, Dream

  Sara Teasdale, “The Kiss”

• But what do I care, for love will be over so soon,
  Let my heart have its say and my mind stand idly by,
  For my mind is proud and strong enough to be silent,
  It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.

  Sara Teasdale

  Love, Song, Strong

  Sara Teasdale (1920). “Flame and Shadow”, p.5, Рипол Классик

• It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.

  Sara Teasdale

  Love, Song, Heart

  Sara Teasdale (1920). “Flame and Shadow”, p.5, Рипол Классик

• The grass is waking in the ground, / Soon it will rise and blow in waves - / How can it have the heart to sway / Over the graves, / New graves?

  Sara Teasdale

  Grief, Heart, Blow

  Sara Teasdale (1915). “Rivers to the Sea”

• Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too, The world's heart breaks beneath its wars,All things are changed, save in the east,The faithful beauty of the stars.

  Sara Teasdale

  Dream, Stars, War

  Sara Teasdale (1920). “Flame and Shadow”, p.95, Рипол Классик

• I shall not let a sorrow die Until I find the heart of it, Nor let a wordless joy go by Until it talks to me a bit.

  Sara Teasdale

  Heart, Joy, Sorrow

• Ah, Aphrodite, if I sing no moreTo thee, God's daughter, powerful as God,It is that thou hast made my life too sweetTo hold the added sweetness of a song.There is a quiet at the heart of love,And I have pierced the pain and come to peace.

  Sara Teasdale

  Daughter, Song, Pain

  Sara Teasdale (1911). “Helen of Troy, and Other Poems”

• It will not hurt me when I am old, A running tide where moonlight burned Will not sting me like silver snakes;The years will make me sad and cold, It is the happy heart that breaks.

  Sara Teasdale

  Running, Hurt, Heart

  Sara Teasdale, William Drake (1984). “Mirror of the Heart: Poems of Sara Teasdale”, MacMillan Publishing Company

• I should be glad of loneliness And hours that go on broken wings,A thirsty body, a tired heart And the unchanging ache of things,If I could make a single song As lovely and as full of light,As hushed and brief as a falling star On a winter night.

  Sara Teasdale

  Song, Stars, Loneliness

  Sara Teasdale (1920). “Flame and Shadow”, p.31, Рипол Классик

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