It is the privilege of those who fear love to murder those who do not fear it! — May Sarton Copy Share Image
You will always be here with me; As long as I live, A towering figure of love. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I feel more alive when I'm writing than I do at any other time--except maybe when I'm making love. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“Still, a person who cannot express love is stopping the flow of life, is censoring where censorship is a form of self-indulgence,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
No partner in a love relationship... should feel that he has to give up an essential part of himself to make it… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Love opens the doors into everything, as far as I can see, including and perhaps most of all, the door into one's… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“The Fur Person learned then and there that it is better to be a philosopher than to be a king and that,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“Alive to the loving past She conjures her own. Nothing is wholly lost— Sun on the stone. And lilacs in their splendor… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Love cannot exorcise the gifts of hate. / Hate cannot exorcize what has no weight, / But laughter we can never over-rate. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Is it perhaps the one necessity of love, that it be needed? And the one great human tragedy that it so rarely… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
There is only one real deprivation... and that is not to be able to give one's gifts to those one loves most. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
For of course one is never safe when in love. Growth is demanding and may seem dangerous, for there is loss as… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“We cannot withdraw love without damaging ourselves. I have been badly hurt again but I see this morning that it does not… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
How unnatural the imposed view, imposed by a puritanical ethos, that passionate love belongs only to the young, that people are dead… — 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
...I feel more alive when I'm writing than I do at any other time--except when I'm making love. Two things when you… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I write poems about relationships, love relationships, and I'm not able to do that all the time. I could go two years… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
One has only to set a loved human being against the fact that we are all in peril all the time to… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Am I too old, perhaps, ever to take in another's life to share with mine on a permanent basis? If so, I… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“When I speak of life and love as expanding with age, sex seems the least important thing. At any age we grow… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“I loved them in the way one loves at any age — if it’s real at all — obsessively, painfully, with wild… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“Now I become myself. It's taken Time, may years and places; I have been dissolved and shaken, Worn other people's faces, Run… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“I am here alone for the first time in weeks, to take up my “real” life again at last. That is what… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“I reach and have reached the timeless moment, the pure suspension within time, only through love.” — 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
