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
It is dark now. The snow is deep blue and the ocean nearly black. It is time for some music. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Flowers and plants are silent presences. They nourish every sense except the ear. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Poetry finds its perilous equilibrium somewhere between music and speech. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
My musical genius reached its apex thirty years ago when I played the triangle in Haydn's children's symphony, so I could not… — 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
“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
