Sara Teasdale Quotes

I am the pool of gold When sunset burns and dies-- You are my deepening skies; Give me your stars to hold

My heart is a garden tired with autumn.

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

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

O beauty, are you not enough; why am I crying after love.

Joy was a flame in me Too steady to destroy. Lithe as a bending reed, Loving the storm that sways her

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

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

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

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

One by one, like leaves from a tree, / All my faiths have forsaken me.

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.

Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.

Can I ever know you / Or you know me?

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.

Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.

Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass.

My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain.

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

Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.

What we have never had, remains; It is the things we have that go.

I shall gather myself into my self again, I shall take my scattered selves and make them one.

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.

Only by love is life made real.

look for a lovely thing and you will find it, it is not far, it never will be far

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

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

Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,/ In the dawn clouds flying,/ How good to go, light into light, and still/ Giving light, dying.

The window-lights, myriads and myriads,Bloom from the walls like climbing flowers.

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.

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.

Places I love come back to me like music, / Hush me and heal me when I am very tired.

Oh Earth, you gave me all I have, I love you, I love you, - oh what have IThat I can give you in return - Except my body after I die?