I have written every poem, every novel, for the same purpose-to find out what I think, to know where I stand. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
People who are always thinking of the feelings of others can be very destructive because they are hiding so much from themselves. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I am furious at all the letters to answer, when all I want to do is think and write poems. ... I… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief (it… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“How does one grow up?” I asked a friend the other day. There was a slight pause; then she answered, “By thinking.” — May Sarton Copy Share Image
If one is the kind of creature I am and wants to do the kind of writing I want to do, an… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I think that passion if really intense is always destructive if not to the two involved, always to other people. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Joy, happiness ... we do not question. They are beyond question, maybe. A matter of being. But pain forces us to think,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Do I think there's life after death? No, I think my books are my life after death. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I've been thinking about happiness-how wrong it is ever to expect it to last or there to be a time of happiness.… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
We have to make myths of our lives, the point being that if we do, then every grief or inexplicable seizure by… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
we are never done with thinking about our parents, I suppose, and come to know them better long after they are dead… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
... if one does not have wild dreams of achievement, there is no spur even to get the dishes washed. One must… — 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
“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
