Edna St. Vincent Millay Quotes

My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I’ll not be knowing.

I am my own biggest critic. Before anyone else has criticized me, I have already criticized myself. But for the rest of my life, I am going to be with me and I don’t want to spend my life with someone who is always critical. So I am going to stop being my own critic. It’s high time that I accept all the great things about me.

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

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.

Beauty is whatever gives joy.

A person who publishes a book willfully appears before the populace with his pants down…

I love humanity, which has been a constant delight to me during all my seventy-seven years of life; and I love flowers, trees, animals, and all the works of Nature as they pass before us in time and space. What a joy life is when you have made a close working partnership with Nature, helping her to produce for the benefit of mankind new forms, colors, and perfumes in flowers which were never known before; fruits in form, size, and flavor never before seen on this globe; and grains of enormously increased productiveness, whose fat kernels are filled with more and better nourishment, a veritable storehouse of perfect food-—new food for all the world’s untold millions for all time to come.

Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.

Let no one who loves be called altogether unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow.

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

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

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

No one cared enough to save me, nor to kill me.

Life cannot defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer’s love until death.

Truly, it is in darkness that one finds the light, so when we are in sorrow, then this light is nearest of all to us.

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

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

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

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! Thy winds, thy wide grey skies! Thy mists that roll and rise! Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff! World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!

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.

Beauty is whatever gives joy.

I am my own biggest critic. Before anyone else has criticized me, I have already criticized myself. But for the rest of my life, I am going to be with me and I don’t want to spend my life with someone who is always critical. So I am going to stop being my own critic. It’s high time that I accept all the great things about me.

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

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.

Beauty is whatever gives joy.

A person who publishes a book willfully appears before the populace with his pants down…

I love humanity, which has been a constant delight to me during all my seventy-seven years of life; and I love flowers, trees, animals, and all the works of Nature as they pass before us in time and space. What a joy life is when you have made a close working partnership with Nature, helping her to produce for the benefit of mankind new forms, colors, and perfumes in flowers which were never known before; fruits in form, size, and flavor never before seen on this globe; and grains of enormously increased productiveness, whose fat kernels are filled with more and better nourishment, a veritable storehouse of perfect food-—new food for all the world’s untold millions for all time to come.

Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.

Let no one who loves be called altogether unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow.

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

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

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

No one cared enough to save me, nor to kill me.

Life cannot defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer’s love until death.

Truly, it is in darkness that one finds the light, so when we are in sorrow, then this light is nearest of all to us.

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

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

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

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! Thy winds, thy wide grey skies! Thy mists that roll and rise! Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff! World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!

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.

Beauty is whatever gives joy.

I am my own biggest critic. Before anyone else has criticized me, I have already criticized myself. But for the rest of my life, I am going to be with me and I don’t want to spend my life with someone who is always critical. So I am going to stop being my own critic. It’s high time that I accept all the great things about me.

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

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.

Beauty is whatever gives joy.

A person who publishes a book willfully appears before the populace with his pants down…

I love humanity, which has been a constant delight to me during all my seventy-seven years of life; and I love flowers, trees, animals, and all the works of Nature as they pass before us in time and space. What a joy life is when you have made a close working partnership with Nature, helping her to produce for the benefit of mankind new forms, colors, and perfumes in flowers which were never known before; fruits in form, size, and flavor never before seen on this globe; and grains of enormously increased productiveness, whose fat kernels are filled with more and better nourishment, a veritable storehouse of perfect food-—new food for all the world’s untold millions for all time to come.

Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.

Let no one who loves be called altogether unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow. 50. I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.