Edna St. Vincent Millay Quotes

The truth is simple, you do not die from love. You only wish you did.

The happiest of pillows is not that which love first presses! it is that which death has frowned on and passed over.

Absence and death are the same - only that in death there is no suffering.

I envy the dead.

My biggest fear in life is losing the people I love, and the thing with cancer is that it seems that you can't really control it.

Love is the funeral of hearts.

Love and death are the two great hinges on which all human sympathies turn.

Human life moves only in one direction - toward disease, damage, and death. The best you can hope for is to remain stagnant or, in certain cases, return to a previous condition when things weren't as bad as they've become for you.

One half of my life has put the other half in the grave.

Dying is a tough way to make a living.

Even if you live to be a ripe old age, you live long enough to see the people you love pass away.

Love is the one thing everyone is looking for, and death is the one thing everyone's running from.

Please don't set me free Death means a lot me

What need is there to weep over parts of life? The whole of it calls for tears.

As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is as a foretaste of death.

Death, vicious death, Leave a green branch for love.

Death is not the enemy. A life lived without love is the enemy.

Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?

Can we love but on condition that the thing we love must die?

To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer. Not to love is to suffer.

If you no longer live, if you my beloved, my love, if you have died, all the leaves will fall in my breast, it will rain in my soul night and day, the snow will burn my heart, I shall walk with frost and fire and death and snow, my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping, but I shall live

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

Love is transient even on a very personal level. We lose everyone that we love. Sometimes we drift apart and sometimes we die.

When someone you love dies you pay for the sin of outliving her with a thousand piercing regrets.