Sara Teasdale Quotes

Leaves hung in the stillness like hands of the newly dead.

I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave--thank God for the quiet grave--O! I can feel the cold earth upon me--the daisies growing over me--O for this quiet--it will be my first.

And what is death, if not a face at peace - its artistic perfection.

To look upon its grass grown yard, where the sunbeams seem to sleep so quietly, one would think that there at least the dead might rest in peace.

We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.

Winds and waters keepA hush more dead than any sleep.

In our Western culture, although death has come out of the closet, it is still not openly experienced or discussed. Allowing dying to be so intensely present enriches both the preciousness of each moment and our detachment from it.

At home, I love reaching out into that absolute silence, when you can hear the owl or the wind.

They say in the grave there is peace, and peace and the grave are one and the same.

I think people don't think or talk about death very much. I don't think we're very open about it, at least in my experience.

Life is stressful,dear. That's why they say "rest in peace.

I was in a garden at the Rodin Museum. For a few minutes I was alone, sitting on a bench between two long hedges of roses. Pink roses. Suddenly I felt the most powerful feeling of peace, and I had the thought that death, if it means an absorption into a reality like the one that was before me, might be all right.

Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still. Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death Pray for us now and at the hour of our death.

This is the spot where I will lie When life has had enough of me, These are the grasses that will blow Above me like a living sea. These gay old lilies will not shrink To draw their life from death of mine, And I will give my body's fire To make blue flowers on this vine. "O Soul," I said, "have you no tears? Was not the body dear to you?" I heard my soul say carelessly, "The myrtle flowers will grow more blue.

Death is the quiet haven of us all.

What is a street? It is where the living weep, where the dead go off in silence to their peace.

come back believer in shade believer in silence and elegance believer in ferns believer in patience believer in the rain

Gentle day's flower - The hummingbird competes With the stillness of the air.

And if there are no cars or planes, and if no one’s Uncle John is out in the wood lot west of town banging away at a quail or pheasant; if the only sound is the slow beat of your own heart, you can hear another sound, and that is the sound of life winding down to its cyclic close, waiting for the first winter snow to perform last rites.

In mid-wood silence, thus, how sweet to be; Where all the noises, that on peace intrude, Come from the chittering cricket, bird, and bee, Whose songs have charms to sweeten solitude.

No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.

All is asleep: the army, the wind, and Neptune.

There is a silence so great that I can hear the ice crystals cracking and falling from eyelashes of girls who will never blink again.

If one could drown in the grass, thought Elphie, that might be the best way to die.