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26 Quotes By Sara Teasdale, The Celebrated Lyric Poet

Famous As: Poet, Writer
Born On: August 8, 1884
Died On: January 29, 1933
Born In: St. Louis
Died At Age: 48

Sara Teasdale was an American poet best known for her mastery on lyrical poetry. She came from a rich family which assured her all the luxuries and privacy. This privacy helped her pay full attention to poetry. Her first poem was published by a local newspaper and it was followed by her first collection of poems, ‘Sonnets to Duse and Other Poems’, which received considerable appreciation from the masses. Her second poetry collection ‘Helen of Troy and Other Poems’ too was critically appreciated. She went on to write one of her most notable collection titled ‘Rivers to the Sea’, which has been a best-seller for more than a century. She was honored with the ‘Pulitzer Prize’ for her fourth collection ‘Love Songs’ which was appreciated for its romantic subject. Her writings covered several subjects and viewpoints. We have collected her quotes from her writings, books, poetry, work, sonnets etc. Here is a collection of thoughts, quotation and sayings by Sara Teasdale.

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

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

Sara Teasdale
You will recognize your own path 
when you come upon it 
because you will suddenly have all the energy 
and imagination you will ever need.

You will recognize your own path when you come upon it because you will suddenly have all the energy and imagination you will ever need.

Sara Teasdale
I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.

I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.

Sara Teasdale
I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful 
When rain bends down the bough; 
And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted 
Than you are now.

I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough; And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted Than you are now.

Sara Teasdale
I saw a star slide down the sky
Blinding the north as it went by
Too buring and too quick to hold
Too lovely to be bought or sold
Good only to make wishes on
And then forever to be gone

I saw a star slide down the sky Blinding the north as it went by Too buring and too quick to hold Too lovely to be bought or sold Good only to make wishes on And then forever to be gone

Sara Teasdale
No one worth possessing can quite be possessed

No one worth possessing can quite be possessed

Sara Teasdale
Love in my heart is a cry forever
Lost as the swallow's flight,
Seeking for you and never, never
Stilled by the stars at night

Love in my heart is a cry forever Lost as the swallow's flight, Seeking for you and never, never Stilled by the stars at night

Sara Teasdale
The ache of empty arms was an old tale to you.

The ache of empty arms was an old tale to you.

Sara Teasdale
I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies--
You are my deepening skies;
Give me your stars to hold

I am the pool of gold When sunset burns and dies-- You are my deepening skies; Give me your stars to hold

Sara Teasdale
Life is but thought.

Life is but thought.

Sara Teasdale
Autumn Dusk

I saw above a sea of hills
A solitary planet shine,
And there was no one, near or far,
to keep the world from being mine.

Autumn Dusk I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one, near or far, to keep the world from being mine.

Sara Teasdale
At Night

Love said,

At Night Love said, "Wake still and think of me," Sleep, "Close your eyes till break of day," But Dreams came by and smilingly Gave both to Love and Sleep their way.

Sara Teasdale
My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.

My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.

Sara Teasdale
Down the hill I went, and then,
I forgot the ways of men,
For night-scents, heady and damp and cool
Wakened ecstasy

Down the hill I went, and then, I forgot the ways of men, For night-scents, heady and damp and cool Wakened ecstasy

Sara Teasdale
Look for a lovely thing and you will find it, it is not far, it never will be far

Look for a lovely thing and you will find it, it is not far, it never will be far

Sara Teasdale
For I shall learn from flower and leaf,
That color every drop they hold,
To change the lifeless wine of grief
To living gold.

For I shall learn from flower and leaf, That color every drop they hold, To change the lifeless wine of grief To living gold.

Sara Teasdale
My heart is a garden tired with autumn.

My heart is a garden tired with autumn.

Sara Teasdale
In my heart's most secret place,
I pity them as angels do.

In my heart's most secret place, I pity them as angels do.

Sara Teasdale
Never fear the thing you feel-- 
Only by love is life made real

Never fear the thing you feel-- Only by love is life made real

Sara Teasdale
Let me remember you, soon will the winter be on us,
Snow-hushed and heartless.

Let me remember you, soon will the winter be on us, Snow-hushed and heartless.

Sara Teasdale
Let this single hour atone
For the theft of all of me

Let this single hour atone For the theft of all of me

Sara Teasdale
I have no riches but my thoughts, 
Yet these are wealth enough for me

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

Sara Teasdale
What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring,
That my songs do not show me at all?
For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire,
I am an answer, they are only a call

What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring, That my songs do not show me at all? For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire, I am an answer, they are only a call

Sara Teasdale
Oh I must pass nothing by
Without loving it much,
The raindrop try with my lips,
The grass with my touch;

For how can I be sure
I shall see again
The world on the first of May
Shining after the rain?

Oh I must pass nothing by Without loving it much, The raindrop try with my lips, The grass with my touch; For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May Shining after the rain?

Sara Teasdale
I almost gave my life long ago for a thing
That has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—
It is strange how often a heart must be broken
Before the years can make it wise.

I almost gave my life long ago for a thing That has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes— It is strange how often a heart must be broken Before the years can make it wise.

Sara Teasdale
And when you spoke to me, I did not know
That to my life's high altar came its priest.

And when you spoke to me, I did not know That to my life's high altar came its priest.

Sara Teasdale