This suspension of one's own reality, this being entirely alone in a strange city (at times I wondered if I had lost… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
When addressed, a Gentleman Cat does not move a muscle. He looks as if he hasn't heard. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I live alone, perhaps for no good reason, for the reason that I am an impossible creature, set apart by a temperament… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
For me a true poem is on the way when I begin to be haunted, when it seems as if I were… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
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
I think that passion if really intense is always destructive if not to the two involved, always to other people. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
When we admit our vulnerability, we include others. If we deny it, we shut them out. — May Sarton 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 Copy Share Image
It looks as if I were meant to be alone, and that any hope of happiness is not meant. Am I too… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
If we are to understand the human condition, and if we are to accept ourselves in all the complexity, self-doubt, extravagance of… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
There were moments ... when it seemed that all one could be asked was just to keep the ashtrays clean, the bed… — May Sarton 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 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
Try making a poem as if it were a table, clear and solid, standing there outside you. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
One must believe that private dilemmas are, if deeply examined, universal, and so, if expressed, have a human value beyond the private,… — 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 want feelings to be expressed, to be open, to be natural, not to be looked on as strange. It's not weird… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Sometimes one has simply to endure a period of depression for what it may hold of illumination if one can live through… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
For of course one is never safe when in love. Growth is demanding and may seem dangerous, for there is loss as… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
If I were to choose one single thing that that would restore Paris to the senses, it would be that strangely sweet,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
What frightens me about America today is that in the large majority there is no active sense of the value of the… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
We saw the strong trees struggle and their plumes do down, The poplar bend and whip back till it split to fall,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Failure would only be if you had somewhere stopped growing. As far as I can see the whole duty of the artist… — 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
