When addressed, a Gentleman Cat does not move a muscle. He looks as if he hasn't heard. — May Sarton Cat Copy Share Image
Deep down there was understanding, not of the facts of our lives so much as of our essential natures. — 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
Don't forget that compared to a grownup person every baby is a genius. — May Sarton Baby Copy Share Image
Innocence is not pure so much as pleased, Always expectant, bright-eyed, self-enclosed — May Sarton Innocence Copy Share Image
There is a wilder solitude in winter When every sense is pricked alive and keen. — May Sarton Alive Copy Share Image
There is only one real deprivation... and that is not to be able to give one's gifts to those one loves most. — 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 Country Copy Share Image
How much hope, expectation, and sheer hard work goes into the smallest success! There is no being sure of anything except that… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
each new poem is partly propelled by the formal energies of all the poems that have preceded it in the history of… — May Sarton Books Copy Share Image
A body without bones would be a limp impossible mess, so a day without steady routine would be disruptive and chaotic. — May Sarton Body 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
For me a true poem is on the way when I begin to be haunted, when it seems as if I were… — May Sarton Angel 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 Age Copy Share Image
My own feeling is that the only possible reason for engaging in the hard labor of writing a novel, is that one… — May Sarton Books 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
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
Gardening is one of the rewards of middle age, when one is ready for an impersonal passion, a passion that demands patience,… — May Sarton Age Copy Share Image
I feel happy to be keeping a journal again. I've missed it, missed naming things as they appear, missed the half hour… — May Sarton Alive Copy Share Image
“...The means of choice: She might choose to ascend The falling dream, By some angelic power without a name Reverse the motion,… — May Sarton Choice Copy Share Image
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
“We cannot withdraw love without damaging ourselves. I have been badly hurt again but I see this morning that it does not… — May Sarton Anger 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 Crush 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… — 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 Alone time Copy Share Image
I loved them all the way one loves at any age -- if it's real at all -- obsessively, painfully, with wild… — May Sarton Age Copy Share Image
“When I speak of life and love as expanding with age, sex seems the least important thing. At any age we grow… — May Sarton Art Copy Share Image
We saw the strong trees struggle and their plumes do down, The poplar bend and whip back till it split to fall,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
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