Do I think there's life after death? No, I think my books are my life after death. — May Sarton After death Copy Share Image
Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers. — May Sarton Birth Copy Share Image
poetry is first of all a way of life and only secondarily a way of writing. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
In a total work, the failures have their not unimportant place. — May Sarton Failure Copy Share Image
Poetry finds its perilous equilibrium somewhere between music and speech. — May Sarton Communication Copy Share Image
There is a proper balance between not asking enough of oneself and asking or expecting too much. — May Sarton Acceptance Copy Share Image
I simply adore being alone - I find it a consuming thirst - and when that thirst is slaked, then I am… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I sometimes imagine that as one grows older one comes to live a role which as a young person one merely 'played. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
The price of being oneself is so high and involves so much ruthlessness toward others (or what looks like ruthlessness in our… — May Sarton Bounds Copy Share Image
The trouble is, old age is not interesting until one gets there. It's a foreign country with an unknown language to the… — May Sarton Age Copy Share Image
When you change the way you look at a thing, the thing itself changes...By mastering feelings, she had come to understand the… — May Sarton Discipline Copy Share Image
“unless we recognize the radical nature of Christianity, which means shedding the imperatives of the secular world and taking with extreme seriousness… — May Sarton Christianity 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 Love Copy Share Image
It is possible, I suppose, that we are returning to a Dark Age. What is frightening is that violence is not only… — May Sarton Age Copy Share Image
For poetry is, I believe, always an act of the spirit. The poem teaches us something while we make it. The poem… — May Sarton Analysis Copy Share Image
“Something knots a friendship, or raises the emotional content to a new plane. Some final door must open between two people if… — May Sarton Acceptance Copy Share Image
Joy, happiness ... we do not question. They are beyond question, maybe. A matter of being. But pain forces us to think,… — 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 Attention Copy Share Image
The more our bodies fail us, the more naked and more demanding is the spirit, the more open and loving we can… — May Sarton Ashes Copy Share Image
The woman who needs to create works of art is born with a kind of psychic tension in her which drives her… — May Sarton Art Copy Share Image
Real joy is becoming exceedingly rare among artists of any kind. And I have an idea that those who can and do… — May Sarton Art 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 Anger Copy Share Image
I write poems, have always written them, to transcend the painfully personal and reach the universal. — May Sarton Poems Copy Share Image
Whatever peace I know rests in the natural world, in feeling myself a part of it, even in a small way. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
It is clear that we do not exactly choose our poems; our poems choose us. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be. — May Sarton Authenticity Copy Share Image
