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?
Quotes by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Music my rampart, and my only one.
Should at that moment the full moon
Step forth upon the hill,
And memories hard to bear at noon,
By moonlight harder still,
Form in the shadows of the trees,---
Things that you could not spare
And live, or so you thought, yet these
All gone, and you still there,
A man no longer what he was,
Not yet the thing he planned...
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But, ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
It's not true that life is one damn thing after another - it's one damn thing over and over.
For the body at best
Is a bundle of aches,
Longing for rest;
It cries when it wakes.
I love humanity, but I hate people.
God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on thy heart
It is not true that life is one damn thing after another. It's one damn thing over and over.
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.

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