Edna St. Vincent Millay Quotes

A man must live like a great brilliant flame and burn as brightly as he can. In the end he burns out. But this is far better than a mean little flame.

People who light up like Roman candles come down in the dark very quickly.

There is real value in sharing moments that don't live forever.

I never tire of the heroes that I knew growing up.

I never wanted to be one of those 'Where are they now?' kids.

Things that burn very brightly, we wonder how long they can keep burning.

The reputation of a thousand years may be determined by the conduct of one hour

At the end of the day, I'm greatly appreciative of all the fans that I was able to acquire over the years.

I'd rather be a shooting star than a fading star.

Some relationships don't last for a lifetime but we still feel like it is the one that is meant to be.

All the money you make, all the awards you win, all the plays you produce, all the things you accomplish - the only thing that will remain is the love and the relationships that are formed in your lifetime.

I enjoyed my time in Houston but it was short-lived and it really didn't make a huge impression on my life.

A piece of my heart will always be in football, but my mind ended it.

We’ll never be over, Eva.

If my time on earth were through and she must face the world without me, is the love I gave her in the past gonna be enough to last?

And he knew at that moment that love world never die, that it would never fade away altogether. The time might come when he would meet and marry someone else. He might even be reasonably happy. But there would always be a deep precious place in his heart that belonged to his first real love.

We are tiny flames, Helikaon, and we flicker alone in the great dark for no more than a heartbeat. When we strive for wealth, glory and fame, it is meaningless. The nations we fight for will one day cease to be. Even the mountains we gaze upon will crumble to dust. To truly live we must yearn for that which does not die.

Nothing you love is lost. Not really. Things, people—they always go away, sooner or later. You can’t hold them, any more than you can hold moonlight. But if they’ve touched you, if they’re inside you, then they’re still yours. The only things you ever really have are the ones you hold inside your heart.

You asked me once if I would still love you when your lips were puckered with age and your eyes were faded. I can assure you that I will still love you when I have only the strength (and the scant teeth) left to gum those puckered lips. I shall love you when your bones are sharp enough to pierce my fragile flesh. I shall love you when the light in my own eyes fades for good and yours is the last sweet face I see. Because I am and ever shall be.

Why is it better to last than to burn?

Love: a burnt match skating in a urinal.

I mean, it's not surprising, really. Once you love something, you always love it in some way. You have to. It's, like, part of you for good.

Cares that have entered once in the breast, will have whole possession of the rest.

And when two people have loved each other see how it is like a scar between their bodies, stronger, darker, and proud; how the black cord makes of them a single fabric that nothing can tear or mend.

You are everything good and straight and fine and true—and I see that so clearly now, in the way you’ve carried yourself and listened to your own heart. You’ve changed me more than you know, and will always be a part of everything I am. That’s one thing I’ve learned from this. No one you love is ever truly lost.