Edna St. Vincent Millay

My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends read more

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!

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in read more

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

I find it's as hard to live down an early triumph as an early indiscretion.

I find it's as hard to live down an early triumph as an early indiscretion.

After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?

After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?

Beauty is whatever gives joy.

Beauty is whatever gives joy.