Quotes from Sara Teasdale

There in the windy flood of morning Longing lifted its weight from me, Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering, Swept as a sea-bird out to sea.

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

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

I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful when rain bends down the bough; And I shall be more silent and cold hearted than you are now.

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

I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.

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.

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 flying Caught in the web of the years that pass.

Now at last I have come to see what life is, Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun, And the brave victories that seem so splendid Are never really won.

Call him wise whose actions, words, and steps are all a clear because to a clear why.

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

Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.

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.

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.

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

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.

The world is tired, the year is old, The faded leaves are glad to die...

Beauty, more than bitterness Makes the heart break.

Can I ever know you Or you know me?

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.

Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephen's kiss was lost in jest, Robin's lost in play, But the kiss in Colin's eyes Haunts me night and day.

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