This suspension of one's own reality, this being entirely alone in a strange city (at times I wondered if I had lost… — 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… — 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
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
I find that when I have any appointment, even an afternoon one, it changes the whole quality of time. I feel overcharged.… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
It is a waste of time to see people who have only a social surface to show. I will make every effort… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Here life goes on, even and monotonous on the surface, full of lightning, of summits and of despair, in its depths. We… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Gardening is one of the rewards of middle age, when one is ready for an impersonal passion, a passion that demands patience,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
It is dark now. The snow is deep blue and the ocean nearly black. It is time for some music. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
So this was fame at last! Nothing but a vast debt to be paid to the world in energy, blood, and time. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
She became for me an island of light, fun, wisdom where I could run with my discoveries and torments and hopes at… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“I reach and have reached the timeless moment, the pure suspension within time, only through love.” — May Sarton Copy Share Image
When one's not writing poems - and I'm not at the moment - you wonder how you ever did it. It's like… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“For a long time, for years, I have carried in my mind the excruciating image of plants, bulbs, in a cellar, trying… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“We cannot withdraw love without damaging ourselves. I have been badly hurt again but I see this morning that it does not… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I feel like an inadequate machine, a machine that breaks down at crucial moments, grinds to a dreadful hault, 'won't go,' or,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“There were moments when Hilary saw life as tending always towards chaos, when it seemed that all one could be asked was… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Does one come to enjoy even the hardships that help make one the person one is? Or is it that the past… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
making order out of disorder any time, anywhere, can be regarded as a sacrament. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
And I refuse to feel guilty about not letter-writing either. There are times when one can, times when one can't. In the… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
There were moments ... when it seemed that all one could be asked was just to keep the ashtrays clean, the bed… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Human relations just are not fixed in their orbits like the planets -- they're more like galaxies, changing all the time, exploding… — 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
