Gardening gives one back a sense of proportion about everything - except itself. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Anyone who is going to be a writer knows enough at fifteen to write several novels. — May Sarton Books Copy Share Image
Miracles cannot be explained, that is their miraculous nature. — May Sarton Inspirational Copy Share Image
“Still, a person who cannot express love is stopping the flow of life, is censoring where censorship is a form of self-indulgence,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I suppose one has to remember that 'life' is important too, though it's something I forget in some moods, everything except work… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
The gift turned inward, unable to be given, becomes a heavy burden, even sometimes a kind of poison. It is as though… — May Sarton Burden Copy Share Image
Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember nothing stays the same for long,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Wrinkles here and there seem unimportant compared to the Gestalt of the whole person I have become in this past year. — May Sarton Gestalt Copy Share Image
I would predicate that in all great works of genius masculine and feminine elements in the personality find expression, whether this androgynous… — May Sarton Androgynous 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
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
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 Cities Copy Share Image
O cruel cloudless space, And pale bare ground where the poor infant lies! Why do we feel restored As in a sacramental… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I would like to believe when I die that I have given myself away like a tree that sows seed every spring… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“It is hope-giving to consider the young, and it is also hope-giving to consider growth as a constant. Here I am at… — May Sarton Flower 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
The tragic thing about learning from experience is I fear that one can only learn from one's own experience. Other people's -… — May Sarton Experience Copy Share Image
If art is not to be life-enhancing, what is it to be? Half the world is feminine - why is there resentment… — May Sarton Art Copy Share Image
over and over again I am struck by the wordiness of modern poetry, as if language had replaced experience and must be… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“...when the petals fall Say it is beautiful and good, say it is well” — May Sarton Beauty Copy Share Image
I feel more alive when I'm writing than I do at any other time--except maybe when I'm making love. — May Sarton Alive Copy Share Image
It is sometimes the most fragile things that have the power to endure and become sources of strength. — 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
A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself. — May Sarton Death Copy Share Image
Solitude is the salt of personhood. It brings out the authentic flavor of every experience. — May Sarton Authentic Copy Share Image
“What we have not has made us what we are. Those surface consolations have to go.” — May Sarton Copy Share Image
When it comes to the important things one is always alone. — May Sarton Always alone 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
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
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
I suppose I have written novels to find out what I thought about something and poems to find out what I felt… — May Sarton Books 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
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
