More quotes by Edna St. Vincent Millay

"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 know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year."
"No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place."
"After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?"
"A person who publishes a book willfully appears before the populace with his pants down. If it is a good book nothing can hurt him. If it is a bad book nothing can help him."