Sara Teasdale Quotes, Thoughts and Images

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

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

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

Only by love is life made real.

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.

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

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

My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

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

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

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

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

Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.

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.

Can I ever know you / Or you know me?

Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My heart is a garden tired with autumn.

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

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?

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.