May Sarton quote

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

May Sarton

Born: May 3, 1912

Die: July 16, 1995

Occupation: Poet

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I feel like an inadequate machine, a machine that breaks down at crucial moments, grinds to a dreadful hault, 'won't go,' or, even worse, explodes in some innocent person's face.

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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.

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You will always be here with me; As long as I live, A towering figure of love.

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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,...

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Absence becomes the greatest Presence.

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

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In the country of pain we are each alone.

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

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I can understand people simply fleeing the mountainous effort Christmas has become... but there are always a few saving graces and finally they make up for all the bother and distress.

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I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief (it seems) they can let go and go deep into their roots for renewal and sleep.... Imitate the trees....

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Sometimes one has simply to endure a period of depression for what it may hold of illumination if one can live through it, attentive to what it exposes or demands.

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Where music thundered let the mind be still, Where the will triumphed let there be no will, What light revealed, now let the dark fulfill.

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The minute one utters a certainty, the opposite comes to mind.

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The moral dilemma is to make peace with the unacceptable

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I feel happy to be keeping a journal again. I've missed it, missed naming things as they appear, missed the half hour when I push all duties aside and savor the experience of being alive in this beautiful...

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Does anything in nature despair except man? An animal with a foot caught in a trap does not seem to despair. It is too busy trying to survive. It is all closed in, to a kind of still, intense waiting....

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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For after all we make our faces as we go along...

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Wrinkles here and there seem unimportant compared to the Gestalt of the whole person I have become in this past year.

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May Sarton

Do not deprive me of my age. I have earned it.

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There is no doubt that solitude is a challenge and to maintain balance within it a precarious business. But I must not forget that, for me, being with people or even with one beloved person for any length...

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Read between the lines.Then meet me in the silence if you can.

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Solitude is the salt of personhood. It brings out the authentic flavor of every experience.

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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,...

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

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Words are more powerful than perhaps anyone suspects, and once deeply engraved in a child's mind, they are not easily eradicated.

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

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We have to believe that every person counts, counts as a creative force that can move mountains.

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I have written every poem, every novel, for the same purpose-to find out what I think, to know where I stand.

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

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The gift turned inward, unable to be given, becomes a heavy burden, even sometimes a kind of poison. It is as though the flow of life were backed up.

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Excellence costs a great deal.

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I feel more alive when I'm writing than I do at any other time--except maybe when I'm making love.

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Anyone who is going to be a writer knows enough at fifteen to write several novels.

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People are always talking about the joys of youth-but, oh, how youth can suffer!

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I have never written a book that was not born out of a question I needed to answer for myself.

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When we admit our vulnerability, we include others. If we deny it, we shut them out.

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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.

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When one's not writing poems - and I'm not at the moment - you wonder how you ever did it. It's like another country you can't reach.

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There is a proper balance between not asking enough of oneself and asking or expecting too much.

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We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.

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Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.

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Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.

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No partner in a love relationship... should feel that he has to give up an essential part of himself to make it viable.

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One must think like a hero to behave like a merely decent human being.

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

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

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The more articulate one is, the more dangerous words become.

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True feeling justifies whatever it may cost.

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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...

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In the middle of the night, things well up from the past that are not always cause for rejoicing--the unsolved, the painful encounters, the mistakes, the reasons for shame or woe. But all, good or bad,...

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Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.

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For any writer who wants to keep a journal, be alive to everything, not just to what you're feeling, but also to your pets, to flowers, to what you're reading.

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One does not "find oneself" by pursuing one's self, but on the contrary by pursuing something else and learning through discipline or routine. . . who one is and wants to be.

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Miracles cannot be explained, that is their miraculous nature.

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About loving, I have little to learn from the young.

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

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It always comes back to the same necessity: go deep enough and there is a bedrock of truth, however hard.

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There are some griefs so loud/They could bring down the sky/And there are griefs so still/None knows how deep they lie.

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

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I see a certain order in the universe and math is one way of making it visible.

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Life comes in clusters, clusters of solitude, then a cluster when there is hardly time to breathe.

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

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There is only one real deprivation... and that is not to be able to give one's gifts to those one loves most.

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"How does one grow up?" I asked a friend. She answered, "By thinking!"

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Whatever peace I know rests in the natural world, in feeling myself a part of it, even in a small way.

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The creative person, the person who moves from an irrational source of power, has to face the fact that this power antagonizes. Under all the superficial praise of the creative is the desire to kill. It...

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At some point I believe one has to stop holding back for fear of alienating some imaginary reader or real relative or friend, and come out with personal truth.

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Gardening gives one back a sense of proportion about everything - except itself.

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I am not a greedy person except about flowers and plants, and then I become fanatically greedy.

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

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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.

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A man with a talent does what is expected of him, makes his way, constructs, is an engineer, a composer, a builder of bridges. It's the natural order of things that he construct objects outside himself...

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It is harder for women, perhaps to be 'one-pointed,' much harder for them to clear space around whatever it is they want to do beyond household chores and family life. Their lives are fragmented... the...

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Revision is not going back and fussing around, but going forward into the process of creation

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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...

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

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It is dark now. The snow is deep blue and the ocean nearly black. It is time for some music.

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

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What is there to do when people die - people so dear and rare - but bring them back by remembering?

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Now I become myself. It’s taken time, many years and places.

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I always forget how important the empty days are, how important it may be sometimes not to expect to produce anything, even a few lines in a journal. A day when one has not pushed oneself to the limit...

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I’m only able to write poetry, for the most part, when I have a Muse, a woman who focuses the world for me.

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In a total work, the failures have their not unimportant place.

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Most people have to talk so they won't hear.

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One thing is certain, and I have always known it - the joys of my life have nothing to do with age. They do not change. Flowers, the morning and evening light, music, poetry, silence, the goldfinches darting...

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I would like to believe when I die that I have given myself away like a tree that sows seed every spring and never counts the loss, because it is not loss, it is adding to future life. It is the tree's...

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

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O cruel cloudless space, And pale bare ground where the poor infant lies! Why do we feel restored As in a sacramental place? Here Mystery is artifice, And here a vision of such peace is stored, Healing...

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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.

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A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself.

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

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May Sarton

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

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May Sarton

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

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

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He [the cat] wound himself around her legs, purring the purr of ardent desire like a kettle coming to a boil and then bubbling very fast.

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I long for the bulbs to arrive, for the early autumn chores are melancholy, but the planting of bulbs is the work of hope and is always thrilling.

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Flowers and plants are silent presences. They nourish every sense except the ear.

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The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of room, not try to be or do anything whatever.

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

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Public education was not founded to give society what it wants. Quite the opposite.

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Love opens the doors into everything, as far as I can see, including and perhaps most of all, the door into one's own secret, and often terrible and frightening, real self.

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Here life goes on, even and monotonous on the surface, full of lightning, of summits and of despair, in its depths. We have now arrived at a stage in life so rich in new perceptions that cannot be transmitted...

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Don't forget that compared to a grownup person every baby is a genius. Think of the capacity to learn! The freshness, the temperament, the will of a baby a few months old!

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Deep down there was understanding, not of the facts of our lives so much as of our essential natures.

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Solitude is one thing and loneliness is another.

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Innocence is not pure so much as pleased, Always expectant, bright-eyed, self-enclosed

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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...

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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...

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