Real joy is becoming exceedingly rare among artists of any kind. And I have an idea that those who can and do… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
It is a waste of time to see people who have only a social surface to show. I will make every effort… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
At some point I believe one has to stop holding back for fear of alienating some imaginary reader or real relative or… — 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
I suppose real old age begins when one looks backward rather than forward — May Sarton Copy Share Image
It is good for a professional to be reminded that his professionalism is only a husk, that the real person must remain… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Love opens the doors into everything, as far as I can see, including and perhaps most of all, the door into one's… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
There is only one real deprivation... and that is not to be able to give one's gifts to those one loves most. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I loved them all the way one loves at any age -- if it's real at all -- obsessively, painfully, with wild… — 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
