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
Innocence is not pure so much as pleased, Always expectant, bright-eyed, self-enclosed — May Sarton Copy Share Image
We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Once more I realize that solitude is my element, and the reason is that extreme awareness of other people (all naturally solitary… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
If we are to understand the human condition, and if we are to accept ourselves in all the complexity, self-doubt, extravagance of… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
One does not "find oneself" by pursuing one's self, but on the contrary by pursuing something else and learning through discipline or… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
... the reason why there are so few first-class poets is that many people have intense feelings or first-class minds but to… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Solitude is my element, and the reason is that extreme awareness of other people... precludes awareness of one's self so that after… — 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
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
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
For a long time now, every meeting with another human being has been the reverberations after even the simplest conversation. But the… — 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
