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By Anonym 15 Sep

May Sarton

We cannot afford not to fight for growth and understanding, even when it is painful, as it is bound to be.

By Anonym 14 Sep

May Sarton

poetry is first of all a way of life and only secondarily a way of writing.

By Anonym 14 Sep

May Sarton

She became for me an island of light, fun, wisdom where I could run with my discoveries and torments and hopes at any time of day and find welcome.

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

in the very long run any success devours - and perhaps also corrupts.

By Anonym 15 Sep

May Sarton

What is destructive is impatience, haste, expecting too much too fast.

By Anonym 15 Sep

May Sarton

The value of solitude - one of its values - is, of course, that there is nothing to cushion against attacks from within, just as there is nothing to help balance at times of particular stress or depression.

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

In the garden the door is always open into the "holy" - growth, birth, death. Every flower holds the whole mystery in its short cycle, and in the garden we are never far away from death, the fertilizing, good, creative death.

By Anonym 14 Sep

May Sarton

One has only to set a loved human being against the fact that we are all in peril all the time to get back a sense of proportion. What does anything matter compared to the reality of love and its span, so brief at best, maintained against such odds?

By Anonym 14 Sep

May Sarton

My musical genius reached its apex thirty years ago when I played the triangle in Haydn's children's symphony, so I could not play unless you needed someone to make one sustained note!

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

For me the moral dilemma this past year has been how to make peace with the unacceptable.

By Anonym 15 Sep

May Sarton

The woman who needs to create works of art is born with a kind of psychic tension in her which drives her unmercifully to find a way to balance, to make herself whole. Every human being has this need: in the artist it is mandatory. Unable to fulfill it, he goes mad. But when the artist is a woman she fulfills it at the expense of herself as a woman.

By Anonym 16 Sep

May Sarton

It was a painful week, swung between doubt and hope. I knew that tension well. It is just the same before I begin to write a book or a poem. It is the tension of being on the brink of a major commitment, and not being quite sure whether one has it in one to carry it through - the stage where the impossible almost exactly balances the possible, and a thistledown may shift the scales one way or another.

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

I can tell you that solitude Is not all exaltation, inner space Where the soul breathes and work can be done. Solitude exposes the nerve, Raises up ghosts. The past, never at rest, flows through it.

By Anonym 14 Sep

May Sarton

Once more I realize that solitude is my element, and the reason is that extreme awareness of other people (all naturally solitary people must feel this) precludes awareness of one's self, so after a while the self no longer knows that it exists.

By Anonym 14 Sep

May Sarton

Routine is not a prison, but the way into freedom from time.

By Anonym 15 Sep

May Sarton

But tears are an indulgence. Memory sings.

By Anonym 15 Sep

May Sarton

Why should it happen that among the great many women whom I see and am fond of, suddenly somebody I meet for half an hour opens the door into poetry?

By Anonym 15 Sep

May Sarton

Where joy in an old pencil is not absurd.

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

If we are to understand the human condition, and if we are to accept ourselves in all the complexity, self-doubt, extravagance of feeling, guilt, joy, the slow freeing of the self to its full capacity for action and creation, both as human being and as artist, we have to know all we can about each other, and we have to be willing to go naked.

By Anonym 15 Sep

May Sarton

We can do anything, or almost, but how balanced, magnanimous, and modest one has to be to do anything! And also how patient. It is as true in the arts as anywhere else.

By Anonym 14 Sep

May Sarton

Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember nothing stays the same for long, not even pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.

By Anonym 15 Sep

May Sarton

We saw the strong trees struggle and their plumes do down, The poplar bend and whip back till it split to fall, The elm tear up at the root and topple like a crown, The pine crack at the base - we had to watch them all. The ash, the lovely cedar. We had to watch them fall. They went so softly under the loud flails of air, Before that fury they went down like feathers, With all the hundred springs that flowered in their hair, and all the years, endured in all the weathers - To fall as if they were nothing, as if they were feathers.

By Anonym 15 Sep

May Sarton

There the door is always open into the “holy” — growth, birth, death.

By Anonym 18 Sep

May Sarton

The Fur Person learned then and there that it is better to be a philosopher than to be a king and that, all things considered, wisdom was to be preferred to power.

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

For of course one is never safe when in love. Growth is demanding and may seem dangerous, for there is loss as well as gain in growth. But why go on living if one has ceased to grow? And what more demanding atmosphere for growth than love in any form, than any relationship which can call out and requires of us our most secret and deepest selves?

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

And I refuse to feel guilty about not letter-writing either. There are times when one can, times when one can't. In the times when an enormous amount of living is going on, one can't.

By Anonym 14 Sep

May Sarton

Poetry is a dangerous profession between conflict and resolution, between feeling and thought, between becoming and being, between the ultra-personal and the universal - and these balances are shifting all the time.

By Anonym 15 Sep

May Sarton

Women are at last becoming persons first and wives second, and that is as it should be.

By Anonym 14 Sep

May Sarton

The ambience here is order and beauty. That is what frightens me when I am first alone again. I feel inadequate. I have made an open place, a place for meditation. What if I cannot find myself inside it?

By Anonym 14 Sep

May Sarton

Self-respect is nothing to hide behind. When you need it most it isn't there.

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

... if one does not have wild dreams of achievement, there is no spur even to get the dishes washed. One must think like a hero to behave like a merely decent human being.

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

I suppose real old age begins when one looks backward rather than forward

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.

By Anonym 19 Sep

May Sarton

We can accept death. It is the dying that is not and never will be acceptable. For us who have to witness dying, it must always feel as if the very fabric of life were being torn apart.

By Anonym 15 Sep

May Sarton

All aspiring writers say these things: "I will not compromise and write a best seller!"—as if they could! There may be a few totally faked-up books that sell, but on the whole I believe every writer writes as well as he can.

By Anonym 14 Sep

May Sarton

It is sometimes the most fragile things that have the power to endure and become sources of strength.

By Anonym 14 Sep

May Sarton

The garden is growth and change and that means loss as well as constant new treasures to make up for a few disasters.

By Anonym 14 Sep

May Sarton

It is the privilege of those who fear love to murder those who do not fear it!

By Anonym 14 Sep

May Sarton

It is clear that we do not exactly choose our poems; our poems choose us.

By Anonym 14 Sep

May Sarton

Old age is not an illness, it is a timeless ascent. As power diminishes, we grow toward the light.

By Anonym 14 Sep

May Sarton

My own feeling is that the only possible reason for engaging in the hard labor of writing a novel, is that one is bothered by something one needs to understand, and can come to understand only through the characters in the imagined situation.

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

A body without bones would be a limp impossible mess, so a day without steady routine would be disruptive and chaotic.

By Anonym 15 Sep

May Sarton

We have to make myths of our lives, the point being that if we do, then every grief or inexplicable seizure by weather, woe, or work can-if we discipline ourselves and think hard enough-be turned to account, be made to yield further insight into what it is to be alive, to be a human being.

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

Don't forget that compared to a grownup person every baby is a genius.

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

Gardening is the instrument of grace.

By Anonym 15 Sep

May Sarton

The more our bodies fail us, the more naked and more demanding is the spirit, the more open and loving we can become if we are not afraid of what we are and of what we feel. I am not a phoenix yet, but here among the ashes, it may be that the pain is chiefly that of new wings trying to push through.

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

I cannot understand why poetry is not taught at schools as a way of seeing, a quick, untiring path to essentials.

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

In the country of pain we are each alone.

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

I suppose I envy painters because they can meditate on form and structure, on color and light, and not concern themselves with human torment and chaos. It is restful even to imagine expression without words.

By Anonym 14 Sep

May Sarton

Pain can make a whole winter bright, like fever, force us to live deep and hard.