I feel happy to be keeping a journal again. I've missed it, missed naming things as they appear, missed the half hour when I push all duties aside and savor the experience of being alive in this beautiful place. — 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
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
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
For to be desperate is to discover strength. / We die of comfort and by conflict live. — May Sarton Copy Share
“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
There is a wilder solitude in winter When every sense is pricked alive and keen. — May Sarton Copy Share
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
Why is it that people who cannot show feeling presume that that is a strength and not a weakness? — May Sarton Copy Share
Innocence is not pure so much as pleased, Always expectant, bright-eyed, self-enclosed — May Sarton Copy Share
I have written every poem, every novel, for the same purpose-to find out what I think, to know where I stand. — May Sarton Copy Share
all great people are humble because great people have great work and are humbled by the largeness of their dreams. — May Sarton Copy Share
