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

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. — Sara Teasdale

Places I love come back to me like music, / Hush me and heal me when I am very tired ... — Sara Teasdale

Work is holy, sacred, and uplifting when it springs from who we are, when it bears a relationship to our unfolding journey. — Wayne Teasdale

Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break. — Sara Teasdale

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

Oh Earth, you gave me all I have, I love you, I love you, - oh what have IThat I can give you in return - Except my body after I die? — Sara Teasdale

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

Old love, old love, / How can I be true? / Shall I be faithless to myself / Or to you? — Sara Teasdale

I shall not let a sorrow die Until I find the heart of it, Nor let a wordless joy go by Until it talks to me a bit. — Sara Teasdale

Only by love is life made real. — Sara Teasdale

Life is but thought. — Sara Teasdale

Joy was a flame in me Too steady to destroy. Lithe as a bending reed, Loving the storm that sways her — Sara Teasdale

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

The world is tired, the year is old, The faded leaves are glad to die ... — Sara Teasdale

I shall gather myself into my self again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one. — Sara Teasdale

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

My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain. — Sara Teasdale

Take love when love is given, But never think to find it A sure escape from sorrow Or a complete repose. — Sara Teasdale

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

But you I never understood, Your spirit's secret hides like goldSunk in a Spanish galleon Ages ago in waters cold. — Sara Teasdale

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

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

There in the windy flood of morning Longing lifted its weight from me, Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering, Swept as a sea-bird out to sea. — Sara Teasdale

Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation. — Sara Teasdale

I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy. — Sara Teasdale

One by one, like leaves from a tree, / All my faiths have forsaken me. — Sara Teasdale

No one worth possessing can quite be possessed — Sara Teasdale

The leaves fall patiently
Nothing remembers or grieves
The river takes to the sea
The yellow drift of leaves. — Sara Teasdale

I think you should ignore Sara Teasdale (she's a bit of a moper, to be honest.).
Take Christina Rossetti's advice and be fire. — Mary Jane Hathaway

What transforms us is not what we do but our integration with WHAT IS. — Wayne Teasdale

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

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

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

Spend all you have for loveliness. — 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. — Sara Teasdale

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

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

The window-lights, myriads and myriads,Bloom from the walls like climbing flowers. — 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 — Sara Teasdale

It is the inner life that is to spark the change in consciousness that will permit us to advance — Wayne Teasdale

But oh, to him I loved Who loved me not at all,I owe the little open gate That led thru heaven's wall. — 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. — Sara Teasdale

[Mrs. Teasdale]: He's had a change of heart. [Groucho]: A lot of good that'll do him. He's still got the same face. — Groucho Marx

There is a quiet at the heart of love, And I have pierced the pain and come to peace. — Sara Teasdale

Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass. — Sara Teasdale

My heart is a garden tired with autumn. — Sara Teasdale

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

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

Time is a kind friend, he will make us old. — Sara Teasdale

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

The earth itself is their church; the vast, open sky its ceiling. — Wayne Teasdale

One reads not for information, but inspiration. — Wayne Teasdale

Take love when love is given. — Sara Teasdale

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

O beauty, are you not enough; why am I crying after love. — Sara Teasdale

Make songs for Death as you would sing to Love -But you will not assuage him. He aloneOf all the gods will take no gifts from men. — 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 — Sara Teasdale

And for a breath of ecstasy / Give all you have been, or could be. — Sara Teasdale

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. — Sara Teasdale

Can I ever know you / Or you know me? — Sara Teasdale