Edna St. Vincent Millay Life Quotations

Life has no friend ...

It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it is one damn thing over and over.

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and sink and rise and sink again; Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath, Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone; Yet many a man is making friends with death Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.

Life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse.

How strange a thing is death, bringing to his knees, bringing to his antlers The buck in the snow . . . Life, looking out attentive from the eyes of the doe.

Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.

Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.

And must I then, indeed, Pain, live with you all through my life?-sharing my fire, my bed, Sharing-oh, worst of all things!-the same head?- And, when I feed myself, feeding you too?

It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it's one damn thing over and over.