Sara Teasdale - Best Quotes

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 faces looking up holding wonder like a cup.

Hot Quotes

My first love is art and I see a lot of things in an artistic way.

In my world history comes down to language and art. No one cares much about what battles were fought who won them and who lost them – unless there is a painting a play a song or a poem that speaks of the event.

A compromise is the art of dividing a cake in such a way that everyone believes he has the biggest piece.

Wushu is a move in Chinese a physical move. An attack. Wushu is like an art.

Book-jacket design may become a lost art like album-cover design without which late-20th-century iconography would have been pauperized.

Art is nature speeded up and God slowed down.

I was very much into buying contemporary art but I've just decided I want to get rid of it all. Not that it's not great art but all of a sudden my mood has changed and I want to go back to seventeenth- and eighteenth-century masters.

I did this Super-8 film at art school called 'Tissues' this black comedy about a family whose father has been arrested for child molestation. I was absolutely thrilled by every inch of it and would throw my projector in the back of my car and show it to anybody who would watch it.

The great art of films does not consist of descriptive movement of face and body but in the movements of thought and soul transmitted in a kind of intense isolation.

Magic becomes art when it has nothing to hide.

Science is spectral analysis. Art is light synthesis.

Author: Sara Teasdale

Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.

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 faces looking up holding wonder like a cup.

Life is but thought.

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

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

Beauty more than bitterness makes the heart break.