... if one does not have wild dreams of achievement, there is no spur even to get the dishes washed. One must… — May Sarton Achievement Copy Share Image
we are never done with thinking about our parents, I suppose, and come to know them better long after they are dead… — May Sarton Alive Copy Share Image
The only way through pain…is to absorb, probe, understand exactly what it is and what it means. To close the door on… — 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 Humans Copy Share Image
Don't forget that compared to a grownup person every baby is a genius. Think of the capacity to learn! The freshness, the… — May Sarton Baby Copy Share Image
I feel like an inadequate machine, a machine that breaks down at crucial moments, grinds to a dreadful hault, 'won't go,' or,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
A body without bones would be a limp impossible mess, so a day without steady routine would be disruptive and chaotic. — May Sarton Body Copy Share Image
How much hope, expectation, and sheer hard work goes into the smallest success! There is no being sure of anything except that… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
It is harder for women, perhaps to be 'one-pointed,' much harder for them to clear space around whatever it is they want… — 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 Birth 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 Ardent Copy Share Image
I am realizing once and for all the difference as far as I am concerned of women and men and the necessity… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
each new poem is partly propelled by the formal energies of all the poems that have preceded it in the history of… — May Sarton Books Copy Share Image
When one's not writing poems - and I'm not at the moment - you wonder how you ever did it. It's like… — May Sarton Country 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
I suppose I have written novels to find out what I thought about something and poems to find out what I felt… — May Sarton Books Copy Share Image
