“I felt pain like an assault, The old pain again When the world thrusts itself inside, When we have to take in… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief (it… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Does anything in nature despair except man? An animal with a foot caught in a trap does not seem to despair. It… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember nothing stays the same for long,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Pain can make a whole winter bright, like fever, force us to live deep and hard. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Joy, happiness ... we do not question. They are beyond question, maybe. A matter of being. But pain forces us to think,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
The only way through pain…is to absorb, probe, understand exactly what it is and what it means. To close the door on… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
When we speak of being vulnerable, it suggests being especially vulnerable to pain. People for whom personal dignity and self-sufficiency are everything,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
The more our bodies fail us, the more naked and more demanding is the spirit, the more open and loving we can… — 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
