What did Edna St. Vincent Millay mean by: I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year. - Edna St. Vincent Millay Poet · USA Copy
+ The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Divinity, Soul, Transcendence, 0 - Edna St. Vincent Millay Poet · USA
+ She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes. Feraz Zeid, September 4, 2023December 24, 2023, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Dust, Eye, Lying, 0 - Edna St. Vincent Millay Poet · USA
+ Father, I beg of Thee a little task To dignify my days, ’tis all I ask. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Dignity, Father, 0 - Edna St. Vincent Millay Poet · USA
+ I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Death, Grief, Love, 0 - Edna St. Vincent Millay Poet · USA
+ The heart grows weary after a little Of what it loved for a little while. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Heart, Love, 0 - Edna St. Vincent Millay Poet · USA
+ I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Appreciate, Joy, Nature, 0 - Edna St. Vincent Millay Poet · USA
+ Death devours all lovely things. Feraz Zeid, June 28, 2023December 12, 2023, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Lovely, 0 - Edna St. Vincent Millay Poet · USA
+ Life must go on; I forget just why. Feraz Zeid, June 28, 2023December 12, 2023, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Forget, Goes On, Grief, 0 - Edna St. Vincent Millay Poet · USA
What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
It is no more in our power to love always than it was not to love at all. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best. - Frida Kahlo Painter · Mexico
One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We are more sociable, and get on better with people by the heart than the intellect. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Love begins with love ; and the warmest friendship cannot change even to the coldest love. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
