Flowers and plants are silent presences. They nourish every sense except the ear. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I am not ready to die, / But I am learning to trust death / As I have trusted life. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Do I think there's life after death? No, I think my books are my life after death. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“Still, a person who cannot express love is stopping the flow of life, is censoring where censorship is a form of self-indulgence,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I suppose one has to remember that 'life' is important too, though it's something I forget in some moods, everything except work… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Family life! The United Nations is child's play compared to the tugs and splits and need to understand and forgive in any… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I asked myself the question, 'What do you want of your life?' and I realized with a start of recognition and terror,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“I am not ready to die, But I am learning to trust death As I have trusted life. I am moving Toward… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Each day, and the living of it, has to be a conscious creation in which discipline and order are relieved with some… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
And I refuse to feel guilty about not letter-writing either. There are times when one can, times when one can't. In the… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
For poetry exists to break through to below the level of reason where the angels and monsters that the amenities keep in… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I imagine life itself as merely a long preparation and waiting, a long darkness of growth toward these adventures of the… — 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
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
“There were moments when Hilary saw life as tending always towards chaos, when it seemed that all one could be asked was… — 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
I would like to believe when I die that I have given myself away like a tree that sows seed every spring… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
May we agree that private life is irrelevant? Multiple, mixed, ambiguous at best - out of it we try to fashion the… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Here life goes on, even and monotonous on the surface, full of lightning, of summits and of despair, in its depths. We… — 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
“The sheer vital energy of the Woolfs always astonishes me when I stop to consider what they accomplished on any given day.… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“...Failure cannot be erased. It is built in to a life and helps us grow. Failure cannot be erased, but it can… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
One thing is certain, and I have always known it - the joys of my life have nothing to do with age.… — 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
poetry is first of all a way of life and only secondarily a way of writing. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
The gift turned inward, unable to be given, becomes a heavy burden, even sometimes a kind of poison. It is as though… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“It is time I came back to my real life After this voyage to an island with no name, Where I lay… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Life comes in clusters, clusters of solitude, then a cluster when there is hardly time to breathe. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
It is only when we can believe that we are creating the soul that life has any meaning, but when we can… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“When I speak of life and love as expanding with age, sex seems the least important thing. At any age we grow… — 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
“I am here alone for the first time in weeks, to take up my “real” life again at last. That is what… — 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
“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
