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 write poems about relationships, love relationships, and I'm not able to do that all the time. I could go two years… — 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
“The value of solitude—one of its values—is, of course, that there is nothing to cushion against attacks from within, just as there… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“It is time I came back to my real life After this voyage to an island with no name, Where I lay… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“I am here alone for the first time in weeks, to take up my “real” life again at last. That is what… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Poetry is a dangerous profession between conflict and resolution, between feeling and thought, between becoming and being, between the ultra-personal and the… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
...I feel more alive when I'm writing than I do at any other time--except when I'm making love. Two things when you… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
For a long time now, every meeting with another human being has been the reverberations after even the simplest conversation. But the… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
[In old age] there is a childlike innocence, often, that has nothing to do with the childishness of senility. The moments become… — 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
“In Texas there’s so much space words have a way Of getting lost in the silence before they’re spoken So people hang… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Growing old is, of all things we experience, that which takes the most courage, and at a time when we have the… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
In the middle of the night, things well up from the past that are not always cause for rejoicing--the unsolved, the painful… — 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
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