I always forget how important the empty days are, how important it may be sometimes not to expect to produce anything, even… — 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
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
Help us to be ever faithful gardeners of the spirit, who know that without darkness nothing comes to birth, and without light… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
She became for me an island of light, fun, wisdom where I could run with my discoveries and torments and hopes at… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Human relations just are not fixed in their orbits like the planets -- they're more like galaxies, changing all the time, exploding… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I suppose I envy painters because they can meditate on form and structure, on color and light, and not concern themselves with… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Where music thundered let the mind be still, Where the will triumphed let there be no will, What light revealed, now let… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Old age is not an illness, it is a timeless ascent. As power diminishes, we grow toward the light. — 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
