Top 92 Sara Teasdale Quotes
#1. The Net
I made you many and many a song,
Yet never one told all you are
It was as though a net of words
Were flung to catch a star;
It was as though I curved my hand
And dipped sea-water eagerly,
Only to find it lost the blue
Dark splendor of the sea.
Sara Teasdale
#2. Autumn Dusk
I saw above a sea of hills
A solitary planet shine,
And there was no one, near or far,
to keep the world from being mine.
Sara Teasdale
#3. Joy was a flame in me Too steady to destroy. Lithe as a bending reed, Loving the storm that sways her
Sara Teasdale
#4. All through the deep blue night The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart of the satyr carved in stone. The fountain sang and sang But the satyr never stirred- Only the great white moon In the empty heaven heard.
Sara Teasdale
#5. If I can find out God, then I shall find Him,If none can find Him, then I shall sleep soundly,Knowing how well on earth your love sufficed me, A lamp in darkness.
Sara Teasdale
#6. 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
#7. If I Must Go
If I must go to heaven's end
Climbing the ages like a stair,
Be near me and forever bend
With the same eyes above me there;
Time will fly past us like leaves flying,
We shall not heed, for we shall be
Beyond living, beyond dying,
Knowing and known unchangeably.
Sara Teasdale
#8. I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.
Sara Teasdale
#9. The leaves fall patiently
Nothing remembers or grieves
The river takes to the sea
The yellow drift of leaves.
Sara Teasdale
#10. It is enough for me by day To walk the same bright earth with him; Enough that over us by night The same great roof of stars is dim. I do not hope to bind the wind Or set a fetter on the sea
It is enough to feel his love Blow by like music over me.
Sara Teasdale
#11. Oh, love that lives its life with laughter Or love that lives its life with tears Can die - but love that is never spoken Goes like a ghost through the winding years ...
Sara Teasdale
#12. But oh, to him I loved Who loved me not at all,I owe the little open gate That led thru heaven's wall.
Sara Teasdale
#13. At Night
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
#14. And when you spoke to me, I did not know
That to my life's high altar came its priest.
Sara Teasdale
#15. I am not yours, nor lost in you, not lost, although I long to be. Lost as a candle lit at noon, lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still a spirit beautiful and bright, yet I am I, who long to be lost as a light is lost in light.
Sara Teasdale
#17. Make songs for Death as you would sing to Love -But you will not assuage him. He aloneOf all the gods will take no gifts from men.
Sara Teasdale
#18. It is strange how often a heart must be broken
Before the years can make it wise.
Sara Teasdale
#19. The window-lights, myriads and myriads,Bloom from the walls like climbing flowers.
Sara Teasdale
#21. Until I lose my soul and lie
Blind to the beauty of the earth,
Deaf though shouting wind goes by,
Dumb in a storm of mirth;
Until my heart is quenched at length
And I have left the land of men,
Oh, let me love with all my strength
Careless if I am loved again.
Sara Teasdale
#22. 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
#23. But you I never understood, Your spirit's secret hides like goldSunk in a Spanish galleon Ages ago in waters cold.
Sara Teasdale
#24. I shall gather myself into my self again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one.
Sara Teasdale
#25. 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
#26. Places I love come back to me like music, / Hush me and heal me when I am very tired ...
Sara Teasdale
#27. Call him wise whose actions, words, and steps are all a clear because to a clear why.
Sara Teasdale
#28. Old love, old love, / How can I be true? / Shall I be faithless to myself / Or to you?
Sara Teasdale
#29. 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.
Sara Teasdale
#30. The world is tired, the year is old, The faded leaves are glad to die ...
Sara Teasdale
#31. 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
#32. There is a quiet at the heart of love, And I have pierced the pain and come to peace.
Sara Teasdale
#33. Take love when love is given, But never think to find it A sure escape from sorrow Or a complete repose.
Sara Teasdale
#36. For I shall learn from flower and leaf,
That color every drop they hold,
To change the lifeless wine of grief
To living gold.
Sara Teasdale
#37. I am alone, as though I stood On the highest peak of the tired gray world,About me only swirling snow, Above me, endless space unfurled;With earth hidden and heaven hidden, And only my own spirit's prideTo keep me from the peace of those Who are not lonely, having died.
Sara Teasdale
#38. 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.
Sara Teasdale
#39. I am wild, I will sing to the trees,
I will sing to the stars in the sky,
I love, I am loved, he is mine,
Now at last I can die!
I am sandaled with wind and with flame,
I have heart-fire and singing to give,
I can tread on the grass or the stars,
Now at last I can live!
Sara Teasdale
#40. Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
Sara Teasdale
#41. The greenish sky glows up in misty reds, The purple shadows turn to brick and stone,The dreams wear thin, men turn upon their beds, And hear the milk-cart jangle by alone.
Sara Teasdale
#42. I should be glad of loneliness And hours that go on broken wings,A thirsty body, a tired heart And the unchanging ache of things,If I could make a single song As lovely and as full of light,As hushed and brief as a falling star On a winter night.
Sara Teasdale
#43. 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
#46. 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
#47. What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring,
That my songs do not show me at all?
For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire,
I am an answer, they are only a call
Sara Teasdale
#48. Look for a lovely thing and you will find it, it is not far, it never will be far
Sara Teasdale
#49. Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass.
Sara Teasdale
#50. Oh who can tell the range of joy or set the bounds of beauty?
Sara Teasdale
#51. There's nothing half so real in life as the things you've done ... inexorably, unalterably done.
Sara Teasdale
#52. But what do I care, for love will be over so soon,
Let my heart have its say and my mind stand idly by,
For my mind is proud and strong enough to be silent,
It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.
Sara Teasdale
#53. The ache of empty arms was an old tale to you.
Sara Teasdale
#54. 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
#55. 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
#56. Let this single hour atone
For the theft of all of me
Sara Teasdale
#57. 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
#58. I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.
Sara Teasdale
#59. 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
#60. Never fear the thing you feel
Only by love is life made real
Sara Teasdale
#61. Life has loveliness to sell, / Music like a curve of gold, / Scent of pine trees in the rain, / Eyes that love you, arms that hold, / And for your spirit's still delight, / Holy thoughts that star the night.
Sara Teasdale
#62. Pain
Waves are the sea's white daughters,
And raindrops the children of rain,
But why for my shimmering body
Have I a mother like Pain?
Night is the mother of stars,
And wind the mother of foam
The world is brimming with beauty,
But I must stay at home.
Sara Teasdale
#63. Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.
Sara Teasdale
#64. 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.
Sara Teasdale
#65. One by one, like leaves from a tree, / All my faiths have forsaken me.
Sara Teasdale
#66. Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.
Sara Teasdale
#67. I am the pool of gold When sunset burns and dies
You are my deepening skies; Give me your stars to hold
Sara Teasdale
#69. O lovely chance, what can I doTo give my gratefulness to you?You rise between myself and meWith a wise persistency;I would have broken body and soul,But by your grace, still I am whole.
Sara Teasdale
#70. I try to catch at many a tuneLike petals of light fallen from the moon,Broken and bright on a dark lagoon,But they float away - for who can holdYouth, or perfume or the moon's gold?
Sara Teasdale
#71. And for a breath of ecstasy / Give all you have been, or could be.
Sara Teasdale
#72. 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.
Sara Teasdale
#73. 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.
Sara Teasdale
#74. A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring.
Sara Teasdale
#75. 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?
Sara Teasdale
#76. 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
#77. The poet should try to give his poem the quiet swiftness of flame, so that the reader will feel and not think while he is reading. But the thinking will come afterwards.
Sara Teasdale
#78. In my heart's most secret place,
I pity them as angels do.
Sara Teasdale
#79. I saw a star slide down the sky Blinding the north as it went by Too buring and too quick to hold Too lovely to be bought or sold Good only to make wishes on And then forever to be gone
Sara Teasdale
#80. Love in my heart is a cry forever
Lost as the swallow's flight,
Seeking for you and never, never
Stilled by the stars at night
Sara Teasdale
#81. O beauty, are you not enough; why am I crying after love.
Sara Teasdale
#82. I have no riches but my thoughts,
Yet these are wealth enough for me
Sara Teasdale
#83. 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.
Sara Teasdale
#84. 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.
Sara Teasdale
#85. 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
#86. My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain.
Sara Teasdale
#87. No one worth possessing can quite be possessed
Sara Teasdale
#88. Message
I heard a cry in the night,
A thousand miles it came,
Sharp as a flash of light,
My name, my name!
It was your voice I heard,
You waked and loved me so
I send you back this word,
I know, I know!
Sara Teasdale
#89. Let me remember you, soon will the winter be on us,
Snow-hushed and heartless.
Sara Teasdale
#90. 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
#91. 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
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