I always forget how important the empty days are, how important it may be sometimes not to expect to produce anything, even… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I sometimes imagine that as one grows older one comes to live a role which as a young person one merely 'played. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I know you have much to bear with in me, and I really do sometimes in you, but I have never looked… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
It is sometimes the most fragile things that have the power to endure and become sources of strength. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Sometimes one has simply to endure a period of depression for what it may hold of illumination if one can live through… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I have sometimes wondered also whether in people like me who come to the boil fast (soupe au lait, the French call… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
The gift turned inward, unable to be given, becomes a heavy burden, even sometimes a kind of poison. It is as though… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I sometimes think men don't 'hear' very well, if I take your meaning to be 'understand what is going on in a… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
There was such a thing as women's work and it consisted chiefly, Hilary sometimes thought, in being able to stand constant interruption… — 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
