Nobody stays special when they're old, Anna. That's what we have to learn. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
It is, I assume, quite easy to wither into old age, and hard to grow into it. — May Sarton Age Copy Share Image
There is a wilder solitude in winter When every sense is pricked alive and keen. — May Sarton Alive Copy Share Image
Innocence is not pure so much as pleased, Always expectant, bright-eyed, self-enclosed — May Sarton Innocence Copy Share Image
Don't forget that compared to a grownup person every baby is a genius. — May Sarton Baby 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
Deep down there was understanding, not of the facts of our lives so much as of our essential natures. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light… — May Sarton Light 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 are some griefs so loud/They could bring down the sky/And there are griefs so still/None knows how deep they lie. — May Sarton Death Copy Share Image
The poet must be free to love or hate as the spirit moves him, free to change, free to be a chameleon,… — May Sarton Chameleon Copy Share Image
“When grace is given it comes to us as joy, maybe, but it can also be earned, I am convinced, through the… — May Sarton Grace Copy Share Image
I cannot understand why poetry is not taught at schools as a way of seeing, a quick, untiring path to essentials. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“It is not so much trying to keep alive As trying to keep from blowing apart From inner explosions every day.” — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Help us to be ever faithful gardeners of the spirit, who know that without darkness nothing comes to birth, and without light… — May Sarton Darkness Copy Share Image
A great silence has descended on me for the last six months. I am as silent as an Arab in the desert,… — May Sarton Camels 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 dangerous it seems to me for a civilization when there is a complete abyss betewen people in general and the… — May Sarton Abyss 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
If I were to choose one single thing that that would restore Paris to the senses, it would be that strangely sweet,… — May Sarton Cold Copy Share Image
“Solitude itself is a way of waiting for the inaudible and the invisible to make itself felt. And that is why solitude… — May Sarton Presence Copy Share Image
How unnatural the imposed view, imposed by a puritanical ethos, that passionate love belongs only to the young, that people are dead… — May Sarton Age Copy Share Image
A man with a talent does what is expected of him, makes his way, constructs, is an engineer, a composer, a builder… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
When addressed, a Gentleman Cat does not move a muscle. He looks as if he hasn't heard. — May Sarton Cat Copy Share Image
For me the moral dilemma this past year has been how to make peace with the unacceptable. — May Sarton Character Copy Share Image
The minute one utters a certainty, the opposite comes to mind. — May Sarton Certainty Copy Share Image
We are all jellyfish, too pitiful and too afraid of being disliked to be honest. — May Sarton Being honest Copy Share Image
I love giving flowers. It is so deliciously unlasting and romantic. — May Sarton Flower Copy Share Image
Words are my passion / And out of them and me / I would create beauty. — May Sarton Beauty Copy Share Image
Go rich in poverty. Go rich in poetry. This nothingness is plentitude. — May Sarton Money Copy Share Image
Read between the lines.Then meet me in the silence if you can. — May Sarton Between the lines 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
“I reach and have reached the timeless moment, the pure suspension within time, only through love.” — May Sarton Love Copy Share Image
Revision is not going back and fussing around, but going forward into the process of creation — May Sarton Creation Copy Share Image
