I’m only able to write poetry, for the most part, when I have a Muse, a woman who focuses the world for… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Where music thundered let the mind be still, Where the will triumphed let there be no will, What light revealed, now let… — May Sarton Dark Copy Share Image
At some point I believe one has to stop holding back for fear of alienating some imaginary reader or real relative or… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
It always comes back to the same necessity: go deep enough and there is a bedrock of truth, however hard. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I can tell you that solitude Is not all exaltation, inner space Where the soul breathes and work can be done. Solitude… — 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
we are never done with thinking about our parents, I suppose, and come to know them better long after they are dead… — May Sarton Alive Copy Share Image
The only way through pain…is to absorb, probe, understand exactly what it is and what it means. To close the door on… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Does anything in nature despair except man? An animal with a foot caught in a trap does not seem to despair. It… — May Sarton Animal Copy Share Image
May we agree that private life is irrelevant? Multiple, mixed, ambiguous at best - out of it we try to fashion 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 Alive Copy Share Image
The woman who needs to create works of art is born with a kind of psychic tension in her which drives her… — May Sarton Art Copy Share Image
The more our bodies fail us, the more naked and more demanding is the spirit, the more open and loving we can… — May Sarton Ashes Copy Share Image
When I am alone the flowers are really seen; I can pay attention to them. They are felt as presences. Without them… — May Sarton Attention 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 Art 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
One of the good elements of old age is that we no longer have to prove anything, to ourselves or to anyone… — May Sarton Age 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
For any writer who wants to keep a journal, be alive to everything, not just to what you're feeling, but also to… — May Sarton Alive Copy Share Image
... if one does not have wild dreams of achievement, there is no spur even to get the dishes washed. One must… — May Sarton Achievement Copy Share Image
Don't forget that compared to a grownup person every baby is a genius. Think of the capacity to learn! The freshness, the… — May Sarton Baby Copy Share Image
Is it perhaps the one necessity of love, that it be needed? And the one great human tragedy that it so rarely… — May Sarton Humans Copy Share Image
Lunches are just not good. They take the heart out of the day and the spaciousness from the morning's work. — May Sarton Food Copy Share Image
It is the place of renewal and of safety, where for a little while there will be no harm or attack and,… — May Sarton Harm Copy Share Image
all great people are humble because great people have great work and are humbled by the largeness of their dreams. — May Sarton Dream Copy Share Image
“There is only one real deprivation, I decided this morning, and that is not to be able to give one's gifts to… — May Sarton Compassion Copy Share Image
“Here in the United States we appear to be becoming more and more a country devoted to amenities for the rich, more… — May Sarton Money Copy Share Image
Words are more powerful than perhaps anyone suspects, and once deeply engraved in a child's mind, they are not easily eradicated. — May Sarton Children 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 Drunk Copy Share Image
“Alive to the loving past She conjures her own. Nothing is wholly lost— Sun on the stone. And lilacs in their splendor… — May Sarton Grief Copy Share Image
My musical genius reached its apex thirty years ago when I played the triangle in Haydn's children's symphony, so I could not… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I can understand people simply fleeing the mountainous effort Christmas has become... but there are always a few saving graces and finally… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Why should it happen that among the great many women whom I see and am fond of, suddenly somebody I meet for… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“Happy the man who can long roaming reap, Like old Ulysses when he shaped his course Homeward at last toward the native… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Each day, and the living of it, has to be a conscious creation in which discipline and order are relieved with some… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Love cannot exorcise the gifts of hate. / Hate cannot exorcize what has no weight, / But laughter we can never over-rate. — May Sarton Hate Copy Share Image
The body is a universe in itself and must be held as sacred as anything in creation…It is dangerous to forget the… — May Sarton Body Copy Share Image
I believe that children long for form just as grownups do, and that it releases rather than cramps creative energy. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
We can do anything, or almost, but how balanced, magnanimous, and modest one has to be to do anything! And also how… — May Sarton Art Copy Share Image
“How does one grow up?” I asked a friend the other day. There was a slight pause; then she answered, “By thinking.” — May Sarton Copy Share Image
