Gardening gives one back a sense of proportion about everything - except itself. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
The garden is growth and change and that means loss as well as constant new treasures to make up for a few… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I am not a greedy person except about flowers and plants, and then I become fanatically greedy. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Flowers and plants are silent presences. They nourish every sense except the ear. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
True gardeners cannot bear a glove Between the sure touch and the tender root. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
gardening is a madness, a folly that does not go away with age. Quite the contrary. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
For any writer who wants to keep a journal, be alive to everything, not just to what you're feeling, but also to… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
In the garden the door is always open into the "holy" - growth, birth, death. Every flower holds the whole mystery in… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
One thing is certain, and I have always known it - the joys of my life have nothing to do with age.… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help.… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Gardening is one of the rewards of middle age, when one is ready for an impersonal passion, a passion that demands patience,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
When I am alone the flowers are really seen; I can pay attention to them. They are felt as presences. Without them… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“It is hope-giving to consider the young, and it is also hope-giving to consider growth as a constant. Here I am at… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“When I am alone the flowers are really seen; I can pay attention to them. They are felt as presences. Without them… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“I felt pain like an assault, The old pain again When the world thrusts itself inside, When we have to take in the outside,… — May Sarton Copy Share
This suspension of one's own reality, this being entirely alone in a strange city (at times I wondered if I had lost the power… — May Sarton Copy Share
Real joy is becoming exceedingly rare among artists of any kind. And I have an idea that those who can and do communicate it… — May Sarton Copy Share
For to be desperate is to discover strength. / We die of comfort and by conflict live. — May Sarton Copy Share
“I see you with that shell Held to your sensitive abstracted ear, Hunting the ocean’s rumor till you hear it well, Until you can… — May Sarton Copy Share
There is a wilder solitude in winter When every sense is pricked alive and keen. — May Sarton Copy Share
I long for the bulbs to arrive, for the early autumn chores are melancholy, but the planting of bulbs is the work of hope… — May Sarton Copy Share
Why is it that people who cannot show feeling presume that that is a strength and not a weakness? — May Sarton Copy Share
Innocence is not pure so much as pleased, Always expectant, bright-eyed, self-enclosed — May Sarton Copy Share
I have written every poem, every novel, for the same purpose-to find out what I think, to know where I stand. — May Sarton Copy Share
all great people are humble because great people have great work and are humbled by the largeness of their dreams. — May Sarton Copy Share
