Sara Teasdale famous quotes

I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.
-- Sara Teasdale

#Heartbroken #Gratitude #Humor

I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.
-- Sara Teasdale

#Sadness #Joy #Sorrow

My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.
-- Sara Teasdale

#Pain #Broken #Soul

The leaves fall patiently Nothing remembers or grieves The river takes to the sea The yellow drift of leaves.
-- Sara Teasdale

#Fall #Autumn #Grieving

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.
-- Sara Teasdale

#Life #Beautiful #Nature

My heart is a garden tired with autumn.
-- Sara Teasdale

#Tired #Heart #Autumn

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.
-- Sara Teasdale

#Memorable

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

#Broken Heart #Wise #Wisdom

I thought of you and how you love this beauty, And walking up the long beach all alone I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder As you and I once heard their monotone. Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me The cold and sparkling silver of the sea -- We two will pass through death and ages lengthen Before you hear that sound again with me.
-- Sara Teasdale

#Beach #Missing Someone #Sea

Faults They came to tell your faults to me, They named them over one by one; I laughed aloud when they were done, I knew them all so well before,-- Oh, they were blind, too blind to see Your faults had made me love you more.
-- Sara Teasdale

#Love You #Done #Faults

A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring.
-- Sara Teasdale

#Spring #Waiting #World

Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
-- Sara Teasdale

#Beauty #Heart #Bitterness

Oh who can tell the range of joy or set the bounds of beauty?
-- Sara Teasdale

#Happiness #Beauty #Joy

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

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

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

How many million Aprils came before I ever knew how white a cherry bough could be, a bed of squills, how blue And many a dancing April when life is done with me, will lift the blue flame of the flower and the white flame of the tree Oh burn me with your beauty then, oh hurt me tree and flower, lest in the end death try to take even this glistening hour...
-- Sara Teasdale

#Hurt #Spring #Flower

The roofs are shining from the rain, The sparrows twitter as they fly, And with a windy April grace The little clouds go by. Yet the back yards are bare and brown With only one unchanging tree- I could not be so sure of Spring Save that it sings in me.
-- Sara Teasdale

#Spring #Rain #Clouds

If I am peaceful, I shall seeBeauty's face continually;Feeding on her wine and breadI shall be wholly comforted,For she can make one day for meRich as my lost eternity.
-- Sara Teasdale

#Wine #Peaceful #One Day

A delicate fabric of bird song Floats in the air, The smell of wet wild earth Is everywhere. Oh I must pass nothing by Without loving it much, The raindrop try with my lips, The grass with my touch; For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May Shining after the rain?
-- Sara Teasdale

#Song #Spring #Rain

With my singing I can make, a refuge for my spirit's sake; a house of shining words, to be my fragile immortality.
-- Sara Teasdale

#Music #House #Shining

But you I never understood,      Your spirit's secret hides like goldSunk in a Spanish galleon      Ages ago in waters cold.
-- Sara Teasdale

#Water #Secret #Age

The ache of empty arms was an old tale to you.
-- Sara Teasdale

#Arms #Empty #Tales

Down the hill I went, and then, I forgot the ways of men, For night-scents, heady and damp and cool Wakened ecstasy
-- Sara Teasdale

#Night #Men #Way

Take love when love is given, But never think to find it A sure escape from sorrow Or a complete repose.
-- Sara Teasdale

#Love #Thinking #Sorrow

SONG You bound strong sandals on my feet, You gave me bread and wine, And sent me under sun and stars, For all the world was mine. Oh, take the sandals off my feet, You know not what you do, For all my world is in your arms, My sun and stars are you.
-- Sara Teasdale

#Song #Strong #Stars

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

Spend all you have for loveliness.
-- Sara Teasdale

#Beauty #Loveliness

It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.
-- Sara Teasdale

#Song #Heart #My Heart

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

Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer, Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing, Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects, Ceaseless, insistent. The grasshopper's horn, and far-off, high in the maples, The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence Under a moon waning and worn, broken, Tired with summer.
-- Sara Teasdale

#Summer #Tired #Moon

I stood beside a hill Smooth with new-laid snow, A single star looked out From the cold evening glow. There was not other creature That saw what I could see, I stood and watched the evening star As long as it watched me.
-- Sara Teasdale

#Stars #Long #Snow

As the waves of perfume, heliotrope, rose, Float in the garden when no wind blows, Come to us, go from us, whence no one knows; So the old tunes float in my mind, And go from me leaving no trace behind, Like fragrance borne on the hush of the wind.
-- Sara Teasdale

#Music #Blow #Garden

The wind is tossing the lilacs, The new leaves laugh in the sun, And the petals fall on the orchard wall, But for me the spring is done. Beneath the apple blossoms I go a wintry way, For love that smiled in April Is false to me in May.
-- Sara Teasdale

#Wall #Spring #Fall

Love said, "Wake still and think of me," Sleep, "Close your eyes till break of day," But Dreams came by and smilingly Gave both to Love and Sleep their way.
-- Sara Teasdale

#Dream #Sleep #Eye