If one is the kind of creature I am and wants to do the kind of writing I want to do, an… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
It always comes back to the same necessity: go deep enough and there is a bedrock of truth, however hard. — May Sarton 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
Anyone who is going to be a writer knows enough at fifteen to write several novels. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
We have to make myths of our lives, the point being that if we do, then every grief or inexplicable seizure by… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I have sometimes wondered also whether in people like me who come to the boil fast (soupe au lait, the French call… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
There is a proper balance between not asking enough of oneself and asking or expecting too much. — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
For to be desperate is to discover strength. / We die of comfort and by conflict live. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“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 Image
There is a wilder solitude in winter When every sense is pricked alive and keen. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
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 Image
Why is it that people who cannot show feeling presume that that is a strength and not a weakness? — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Innocence is not pure so much as pleased, Always expectant, bright-eyed, self-enclosed — May Sarton Copy Share Image
