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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 feels a long way up and down from zero.

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

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

By Anonym 15 Sep

May Sarton

The poet must be free to love or hate as the spirit moves him, free to change, free to be a chameleon, free to be an enfant terrible. He must above all never worry about this effect on other people.

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

I loved them all the way one loves at any age -- if it's real at all -- obsessively, painfully, with wild exultation, with guilt, with conflict; I wrote poems to and about them, I put them into novels (disguised of course); I brooded upon why they were as they were, so often maddening don't you know? I wrote them ridiculous letters. I lived with their faces. I knew their every gesture by heart. I stalked them like wild animals. I studied them as if they were maps of the world -- and in a way I suppose they were.

By Anonym 14 Sep

May Sarton

People who are always thinking of the feelings of others can be very destructive because they are hiding so much from themselves.

By Anonym 15 Sep

May Sarton

True gardeners cannot bear a glove Between the sure touch and the tender root.

By Anonym 18 Sep

May Sarton

Self-reliance? Yes, but that first spring I had to learn dependency too. By crying for help and seeing help come from several directions, I began to learn what the village is all about: on the one hand, respect for privacy, and on the other, awareness of each other’s needs. So, however solitary some of us may look to an outsider, we are in truth part of an invisible web and supported by its presence.

By Anonym 15 Sep

May Sarton

The only way through pain…is to absorb, probe, understand exactly what it is and what it means.  To close the door on pain is to miss the chance for growth.

By Anonym 15 Sep

May Sarton

When addressed, a Gentleman Cat does not move a muscle. He looks as if he hasn't heard.

By Anonym 14 Sep

May Sarton

May we agree that private life is irrelevant? Multiple, mixed, ambiguous at best - out of it we try to fashion the crystal clear, the singular, the absolute, and that is what is relevant; that is what matters.

By Anonym 18 Sep

May Sarton

...The means of choice: She might choose to ascend The falling dream, By some angelic power without a name Reverse the motion, plunge into upwardness, Know height without an end, Density melt to air, silence yield a voice-- Within her fall she felt the pull of Grace.

By Anonym 14 Sep

May Sarton

It is only when we can believe that we are creating the soul that life has any meaning, but when we can believe it - and I do and always have - then there is nothing we do that is without meaning and nothing that we suffer that does not hold the seed of creation in it.

By Anonym 16 Sep

May Sarton

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

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

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 13 Sep

May Sarton

gardening is a madness, a folly that does not go away with age. Quite the contrary.

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

Family life! The United Nations is child's play compared to the tugs and splits and need to understand and forgive in any family.

By Anonym 20 Sep

May Sarton

...when the petals fall Say it is beautiful and good, say it is well

By Anonym 15 Sep

May Sarton

When I am alone the flowers are really seen; I can pay attention to them.  They are felt as presences.  Without them I would die...they change before my eyes.  They live and die in a few days; they keep me closely in touch with the process, with growth, and also with dying.  I am floated on their moments.

By Anonym 15 Sep

May Sarton

But as time goes on we not only remember specific things in relation to the people we have loved; their lives get built into our lives and finally the transference is complete. We are what we are because of them.

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

Does one come to enjoy even the hardships that help make one the person one is? Or is it that the past becomes a legend to be remembered with laughter?

By Anonym 14 Sep

May Sarton

It is a waste of time to see people who have only a social surface to show. I will make every effort to find out the real person, but if I can't, then I am upset and cross. Time wasted is poison.

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

If art is not to be life-enhancing, what is it to be? Half the world is feminine - why is there resentment at a female-oriented art? Nobody asks The Tale of Genji to be masculine! Women certainly learn a lot from books oriented toward a masculine world. Why is not the reverse also true? Or are men really so afraid of women's creativity?

By Anonym 16 Sep

May Sarton

in Sante Fe time is not that shallow. There one can go deep into a continuity as the pueblos and the culture they represent take one back at least eight hundred years through a single Indian dance. For a European that continuity is life-giving.

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

Am I too old, perhaps, ever to take in another's life to share with mine on a permanent basis? If so, I must make do with what I have... and what I have is a great richness of friends and a positively ardent love of nature. Not nothing!

By Anonym 14 Sep

May Sarton

The body is a universe in itself and must be held as sacred as anything in creation....It is dangerous to forget the body as sacramental.

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

Failure would only be if you had somewhere stopped growing. As far as I can see the whole duty of the artist is to keep on growing.

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

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

By Anonym 14 Sep

May Sarton

... love is healing, even rootless love.

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

I find that when I have any appointment, even an afternoon one, it changes the whole quality of time. I feel overcharged. There is no space for what wells up from the subconscious; those dreams and images live in deep still water and simply submerge when the day gets scattered.

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 13 Sep

May Sarton

I sometimes imagine that as one grows older one comes to live a role which as a young person one merely 'played.

By Anonym 14 Sep

May Sarton

I've been thinking about happiness-how wrong it is ever to expect it to last or there to be a time of happiness. It's not that, it's a moment of happiness. Almost every day contains at least one moment of happiness.

By Anonym 15 Sep

May Sarton

And how long would the life in me stay alive if it did not find new roots? I behaved like a starving man who knows there is foot somewhere if he can only find it. I did not reason anything out. I did not reason that part of the food I needed was to become a member of a community richer and more various, humanly speaking, than the academic world of Cambridge could provide: the hunger of the novelist. I did not reason that part of the nourishment I craved was all the natural world can give - a garden, woods, fields, brooks, birds: the hunger of the poet. I did not reason that the time had come when I needed a house of my own, a nest of my own making: the hunger of the woman.

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

I simply adore being alone - I find it a consuming thirst - and when that thirst is slaked, then I am happy.

By Anonym 19 Sep

May Sarton

There is no need of words. Our lives will do, Long long enough to learn all of our love, While time, the river, flows gently below, Having no false eternities to prove. The night is full of unspent tenderness And in its silences we rest apart. There is no need of words with which to bless The daily bread, the wine of the full heart. Here are the peaceful days we cannot share. Here is our peace at last, and we not there.

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

For a long time now, every meeting with another human being has been the reverberations after even the simplest conversation.  But the deep collision is and has been with my unregenerate, tormenting and tormented self...I am unable to become what I see.  I feel like an inadequate machine, a machine that breaks down at crucial moments, grinds to a dreadful halt, "won't go".

By Anonym 13 Sep

May Sarton

A holiday gives one a chance to look backward and forward; to reset oneself by an inner compass.

By Anonym 14 Sep

May Sarton

life is always bringing unexpected gifts.

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 14 Sep

May Sarton

Nobody stays special when they're old, Anna. That's what we have to learn.

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

Fighting dragons is my holy joy.

By Anonym 15 Sep

May Sarton

We are able to laugh when we achieve detachment, if only for a moment.

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

Though friendship is not quick to burn it is explosive stuff.