It is dark now. The snow is deep blue and the ocean nearly black. It is time for some music. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself. — May Sarton Death Copy Share Image
“What we have not has made us what we are. Those surface consolations have to go.” — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Solitude is the salt of personhood. It brings out the authentic flavor of every experience. — May Sarton Authentic Copy Share Image
When it comes to the important things one is always alone. — May Sarton Always alone Copy Share Image
“The trouble is that old age is not interesting until one gets there, a foreign country with an unknown language to the… — May Sarton Foreign country Copy Share Image
I want feelings to be expressed, to be open, to be natural, not to be looked on as strange. It's not weird… — May Sarton Emotion Copy Share Image
More than any other beauty (though it is true of all beauty except in art) passion seems to me to have the… — May Sarton Art Copy Share Image
The beginner hugs his infant poem to him and does not want it to grow up. But you may have to break… — May Sarton Beginners Copy Share Image
“A bolt that raised her heart to blazing height And made the vertical the very thrust of hope, And found its path… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
The hardest thing we are asked to do in this world is to remain aware of suffering, suffering about which we can… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
She became for me an island of light, fun, wisdom where I could run with my discoveries and torments and hopes at… — May Sarton Discoveries Copy Share Image
One could go on revising a prose page forever whereas there is a point in a poem when one knows it is… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I would like to believe when I die that I have given myself away like a tree that sows seed every spring… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
The tragic thing about learning from experience is I fear that one can only learn from one's own experience. Other people's -… — May Sarton Experience Copy Share Image
If art is not to be life-enhancing, what is it to be? Half the world is feminine - why is there resentment… — May Sarton Art Copy Share Image
over and over again I am struck by the wordiness of modern poetry, as if language had replaced experience and must be… — 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 Flower Copy Share Image
I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief (it… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Does anything in nature despair except man? An animal with a foot caught in a trap does not seem to despair. It… — May Sarton Animal Copy Share Image
May we agree that private life is irrelevant? Multiple, mixed, ambiguous at best - out of it we try to fashion the… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Miracles cannot be explained, that is their miraculous nature. — May Sarton Inspirational Copy Share Image
“...when the petals fall Say it is beautiful and good, say it is well” — May Sarton Beauty 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 Alive Copy Share Image
It is sometimes the most fragile things that have the power to endure and become sources of strength. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
We are all jellyfish, too pitiful and too afraid of being disliked to be honest. — May Sarton Being honest Copy Share Image
I love giving flowers. It is so deliciously unlasting and romantic. — May Sarton Flower Copy Share Image
The minute one utters a certainty, the opposite comes to mind. — May Sarton Certainty Copy Share Image
Go rich in poverty. Go rich in poetry. This nothingness is plentitude. — May Sarton Money Copy Share Image
Words are my passion / And out of them and me / I would create beauty. — May Sarton Beauty Copy Share Image
Read between the lines.Then meet me in the silence if you can. — May Sarton Between the lines Copy Share Image
