Sara Teasdale (August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933) was an American lyric poet. She was born Sara Trevor Teasdale in St. Louis, Missouri, and used the name Sara Teasdale Filsinger after her marriage in 1914. Read full biography of Sara Teasdale →
I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.
A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring.
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.
Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's... →
It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.
I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
Call him wise whose actions, words, and steps are all a clear because to a clear why.
No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.
Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.
Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.
There's nothing half so real in life as the things you've done... inexorably, unalterably done.
Life is but thought.
Sara Teasdale (August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933) was an American lyric poet. She was born Sara Trevor Teasdale in St. Louis, Missouri, and used the name Sara Teasdale Filsinger after her marriage in 1914.