The hardest thing we are asked to do in this world is to remain aware of suffering, suffering about which we can… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I feel often very close to the ecstasy and anguish which lie at the very heart of poetry - I am writing… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
It is only when we can believe that we are creating the soul that life has any meaning, but when we can… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“The hardest thing we are asked to do in this world is to remain aware of suffering, suffering about which we can… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
People are always talking about the joys of youth-but, oh, how youth can suffer! — 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
