Sara Teasdale Quotes (24 Quotes)

Call him wise whose actions, words, and steps are all a clear because to a clear why.

THE PHILOSOPHER I saw him sitting in his door, Trembling as old men do His house was old his barn was old, And yet his eyes seemed new. His eyes had seen three times my years And kept a twinkle still, Though they had looked at birth and death And three graves on a hill. 'I will sit down with you,' I said, 'And you will make me wise Tell me how you have kept the joy Still burning in your eyes.' Then like an old-time orator Impressively he rose 'I make the most of all that comes, The least of all that goes.' The jingling rhythm of his words Echoes as old songs do, Yet this had kept his eyes alight Till he was ninety-two.

Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.

Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill, In the dawn clouds flying, How good to go, light into light, and still; Giving light, dying.

Into my heart's treasury I slipped a coin That Time cannot take Nor a thief purloin O better than the minting Of a gold-crowned king Is the safe-kept memory Of a lovely thing.

A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring.

Suicide note to her lover who left her. When I am dead, and over me bright April Shakes out her rain drenched hair, Tho you should lean above me broken hearted, I shall not care. For I shall have peace. As leafey trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough. And I shall be more silent and cold hearted Than you are now.

Life is but thought.

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.

Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.

I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.

I have no riches but my thoughts. Yet these are wealth enough for me.

Christmas Carol The kings they came from out the south, All dressed in ermine fine They bore Him gold and chrysoprase, And gifts of precious wine. The shepherds came from out the north, Their coats were brown and old They brought Him little new-born lambs They had not any gold. The wise men came from out the east, And they were wrapped in white The star that led them all the way Did glorify the night. The angels came from heaven high, And they were clad with wings And lo, they brought a joyful song The host of heaven sings. The kings they knocked upon the door, The wise men entered in, The shepherds followed after them To hear the song begin. The angels sang through all the night Until the rising sun, But little Jesus fell asleep Before the song was done.

Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.

It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.

It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.

When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange - my youth.

SONG You bound strong sandals on my feet, You gave me bread and wine, And sent me under sun and stars, For all the world was mine. Oh, take the sandals off my feet, You know not what you do, For all my world is in your arms, My sun and stars are you.

Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.

Oh who can tell the range of joy or set the bounds of beauty?

There's nothing half so real in life as the things you've done... inexorably, unalterably done.

Life is a frail moth flyingCaught in the web of the years that pass.

Then, like an old-time orator impressively he rose; I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.