Quotes by Sara Teasdale
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.
It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.
Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.
I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.
Then, like an old-time orator impressively he rose; I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.
No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.
There's nothing half so real in life as the things you've done...inexorably, unalterably done.
Life is but thought.
Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.
Life is a frail moth flyingCaught in the web of the years that pass.
Oh who can tell the range of joy or set the bounds of beauty?
I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.
And taken in exchange - my youth.
Call him wise whose actions, words, and steps are all a clear because to a clear why.
I have no riches but my thoughts. Yet these are wealth enough for me.
When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange - my youth.
Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings And children's faces looking up Holding wonder like a cup.
No one worth possessing Can be quite possessed.
A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring.
Beauty, more than bitterness Makes the heart break.
Can I ever know you Or you know me?
