Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break. – Sara Teasdale
Oh who can tell the range of joy or set the bounds of beauty? – Sara Teasdale
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break. – Sara Teasdale
Oh who can tell the range of joy or set the bounds of beauty? – 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
Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and childrens faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup. – Sara Teasdale