There is a wilder solitude in winter When every sense is pricked alive and keen. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I simply adore being alone - I find it a consuming thirst - and when that thirst is slaked, then I am… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
There is no doubt that solitude is a challenge and to maintain balance within it a precarious business. But I must not… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“Solitude itself is a way of waiting for the inaudible and the invisible to make itself felt. And that is why solitude… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Solitude is the salt of personhood. It brings out the authentic flavor of every experience. — 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
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
The value of solitude - one of its values - is, of course, that there is nothing to cushion against attacks from… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I can tell you that solitude Is not all exaltation, inner space Where the soul breathes and work can be done. Solitude… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Life comes in clusters, clusters of solitude, then a cluster when there is hardly time to breathe. — 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
