Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help.… — May Sarton 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 means of choice: She might choose to ascend The falling dream, By some angelic power without a name Reverse the motion,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I can understand people simply fleeing the mountainous effort Christmas has become... but there are always a few saving graces and finally… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“When grace is given it comes to us as joy, maybe, but it can also be earned, I am convinced, through the… — 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
