Top 100 St Vincent Quotes
#2. On and on eternally
Shall your altered fluid run,
Bud and bloom and go to seed;
But your singing days are done
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#3. But you were something more than young and sweet
And fair, - and the long year remembers you.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#6. The sun that warmed our stooping backs and withered the weed
uprooted-
We shall not feel it again.
We shall die in darkness, and be buried in the rain.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#8. But the roaring of the fire,
And the warmth of fur,
And the boiling of the kettle
Were beautiful to her!
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#9. It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it's one damn thing over and over.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#10. Heart, have no pity on this house of bone:
Shake it with dancing, break it down with joy.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#11. In the Catholic Worker we must try to have the voluntary poverty of St. Francis, the charity of St. Vincent de Paul, the intellectual approach of St. Dominic, the easy conversations about things that matter of St. Philip Neri, the manual labor of St. Benedict.
Peter Maurin
#12. Gasping, St. Vincent lifted his head to stare at her as if she were a variety of creature he had never seen before. "Good Lord," he whispered, his expression not one of gratification, but of something close to alarm.
Lisa Kleypas
#14. Outpouring of affection for God, of resting in his presence, of good feelings towards everyone and sentiments and prayers like theseare suspect if they do not express themselves in practical love which has real effects.
St. Vincent
#15. Let us not forget such words, and all they mean, as hatred, bitterness, and rancor greed, intolerance, bigotry; let us renew our faith and pledge to man, his right to be himself and free.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#16. Well, I've been recording myself on a computer since I was about 13 or 14. So it's completely entwined with my creative process. Essentially, it allows you to make music that's better and smarter than you are, by using your ears to lead the way.
St. Vincent
#18. Oh, you mean I'm a homosexual! Of course I am, and heterosexual too, but what's that got to do with my headache?
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#19. Stranger, pause and look; From the dust of ages Lift this little book, Turn the tattered pages, Read me, do not let me die! Search the fading letters finding Steadfast in the broken binding All that once was I!
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#22. For a few seconds, I thought I might actually cry. That was so unlike me, I wasn't sure how to respond. Bronwyn Alessia St. Vincent Clare didn't get sad. She got mad. Or better, she got even.
Jennifer Lynn Barnes
#23. Lost in Hell,-Persephone,
Take her head upon your knee;
Say to her, My dear, my dear,
It is not so dreadful here.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#24. We are all ruled in what we do by impulses; and these impulses are so organized that our actions in general serve for our self preservation and that of the race.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#25. Avoid the profane novelty of words, St. Paul says (I Timothy 6:20) ... For if novelty is to be avoided, antiquity is to be held tight to; and if novelty is profane, antiquity is sacred.
Vincent Of Lerins
#26. Please don't think me negligent or rude. I am both, in effect, of course, but please don't think me either.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#27. Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age. The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#28. Lord, help me to make time today to serve you in those who are most in need of encouragement or assistance.
St. Vincent
#29. Go to hell," Sebastian muttered. "No doubt that was what you came to tell me tonight. If so, you're about a month too late."
"That was my intention," Westcliff admitted. "Now, however, I've decided to stay and have a snifter of brandy while you tell me what in God's name you're doing.
Lisa Kleypas
#32. I think a lot of people who want to be musicians terrify their parents because they don't have a living example of it in their families, and I did. So I always knew that it was possible.
St. Vincent
#33. I've always wanted to make music like people write plays, so I was inspired by writers as much as musicians.
St. Vincent
#34. Well ... I'm a wicked man who can, on occasion, be just a bit nice. And I've been searching for a nice girl who can, on occasion, be just a bit wicked.
-St. Vincent
Lisa Kleypas
#35. I think human beings have a really broad spectrum of traits, and I almost feel implicated when we say, 'Men are like this, women are like this.' Nobody was telling me, 'Don't get dirty, don't play in the mud, girls don't do that.'
St. Vincent
#37. Oh, friend, forget not, when you fain would note
In me a beauty that was never mine,
How first you knew me in a book I wrote,
How first you loved me for a written line ...
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#38. I'm not the marrying kind -"
St. Vincent snorted. "No man is. Marriage is a female invention.
Lisa Kleypas
#41. It's impossible," he snapped.
"Why?"
"Because I'm Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent. I can't be celibate. Everyone knows that.
Lisa Kleypas
#42. However great the work that God may achieve by an individual, he must not indulge in self-satisfaction. He ought rather to be all the more humbled, seeing himself merely as a tool which God has made use of.
St. Vincent
#43. What a ferocious creature you are," St. Vincent said, laughing. "I pity Westcliff if he crosses you again. In fact, I think I should warn him ...
Lisa Kleypas
#44. A slow smile had curved St. Vincent's lips. 'Wives are a different case altogether. They require a great deal of effort but the rewards are substantial. I highly recommend wives. Especially one's own.
Lisa Kleypas
#45. What can I give for
Your knowledge
Of when to expand
And when to contract -
This instructed, more academic college
Of when to act?
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#50. Whirlyball is only the most awesome sport on the planet! It's like bumper cars plus lacrosse meets basketball.
St. Vincent
#52. Earth does not understand her child,
Who from the loud gregarious town
Returns, depleted and defiled,
To the still woods, to fling him down.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#53. If Edna St. Vincent Millay was right and childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies, then my childhood ended when I was fifteen.
Katja Millay
#54. Relaxing me from head to feet
Love masters me, the bitter sweet
O'er thy limbs breathing;
Yea, Eros now, the god born blind
Sweeps my soul like the mountain wind
Through the oaks seething.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#55. Who should I send for now?"
Using the last of his strength, Sebastian managed to drag her hand up to his mouth. "You," he whispered, holding her fingers to his lips. "Just you.
Lisa Kleypas
#56. Let geese
Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release
From dusty bondage into luminous air.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#59. His golden-amber hair seemed to absorb the sunlight. His coloring was unquestionably Anglo-Saxon, but the dramatic lines of his cheekbones, angled at a rather tigerish slant, and the sensuous fullness of his wide mouth gave him a singularly exotic appeal.
Lisa Kleypas
#60. Go to the poor there you will find God.
St. Vincent
#62. Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass
And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind
Blow over me
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#63. In a really great way, you simultaneously try to take up as little and as much space as possible.
St. Vincent
#64. Into each dance must be packed the panic and ecstasy of her last moment of life, for underneath was death.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#65. Fervor is a fire that makes things boil and grow hot, just as fire causes water to boil. It is, properly speaking, charity on fire, and that is what you should have because a Daughter without Charity is like a body without a soul.
St. Vincent
#67. I've been so entwined with technology since I was about 15, recording myself and multitracking and producing things on my own.
St. Vincent
#69. Oh but I'd pay anything to keep my conscience clean.I'm keeping my eyes on the the exit sign. Steady now.
St. Vincent
#70. St. Vincent was far too clever to rely on physical violence when a few well-chosen words would skewer someone with a minimum of fuss.
Lisa Kleypas
#71. I think in some ways, it can do a listener a disservice to explain a song. I think I'd rather leave a little room for people to put themselves in it.
St. Vincent
#72. And as it went my tortured soul
(...) That all about me swirled the dust.
Deep in the earth I rested now,
Cool is its hands upon the brow
And soft its breast beneath the head
Of one who is so gladly dead.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#74. Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart. I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And I lie disheveled in the grass apart, A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#75. Under my head till morning; but the rain, Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh, Upon the glass and listen for reply ...
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#76. Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom, golden in the green grass,
This life can be.
Common as a dandelion-blossom, beautiful in the clean grass, not beautiful
Because common, beautiful because beautiful,
Noble because common, because free.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#77. All night there isn't a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#79. The Englishman foxtrots as he fox-hunts, with all his being, through thickets, through ditches, over hedges, through chiffons, through waiters, over saxophones, to the victorious finish; and who goes home depends on how many the ambulance will accommodate.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#80. Cam has been an outsider for his entire life. Even when he lived with the Rom. I think he's always secretly hoped he could someday find a place where he would belong. But until he met you, it didn't occur to him that it might not be a place he was looking for, but a person.
Lisa Kleypas
#81. Extend your mercy towards others, so that there can be no one in need whom you meet without helping. For what hope is there for us if God should withdraw His Mercy from us?
St. Vincent
#82. When I can make Of ten small words a rope to hang the world! I had you and I have you now no more.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#83. Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#84. To be grown up is to sit at the table with people who have died, who neither listen nor speak ...
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#87. I only listen to my own music when I'm playing an hour-and-half set each night. I don't put it on recreationally.
St. Vincent
#88. To be honest, because there's loud music in my ears probably three hours a day, between sound check and the show, I listen to podcasts more than I listen to music on the road.
St. Vincent
#89. I'm unqualified to do anything other than music.
St. Vincent
#90. He's not going to die, you know. It's only nice, saintly people who suffer untimely deaths." She gave a quiet laugh. "Whereas selfish bastards like St. Vincent live to torment other people for decades.
Lisa Kleypas
#91. Leaden trumpets spit the soot of power they sayI'm on your side when nobody is, cause nobody is.Come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear
St. Vincent
#94. While Jesus is saving, I'm spending all my daysin backgrounds and landscapes with the languages of saints.While people are spinning like toys on Christmas day,I'm inside a still life with the other absentee.
St. Vincent
#96. Over these things I could not see;
These were the things that bounded me;
And I could touch them with my hand,
Almost, I thought, from where I stand.
And all at once things seemed so small
My breath came short, and scarce at all.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#98. Her lawn looks like a meadow, And if she mows the place She leaves the clover standing And the Queen Anne's Lace.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#99. If I love you Wednesday, What is that to you? I do not love you Thursday - so much is true.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#100. So up I got in anger, And took a book I had, And put a ribbon on my hair To please a passing lad. And, "One thing there's no getting by
I've been a wicked girl," said I; But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad!
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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