May Sarton Quotes (29 Quotes)

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

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

Anyone who is going to be a writer knows enough at 15 to write several novels.

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.

Each day, and the living of it, has to be a conscious creation in which discipline and order are relieved with some play and pure foolishness.

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

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

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

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.

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

In the country of pain we are each alone.

Now there is time and time is young.O, in this single hour I liveAll of myself and do not move.I, the pursued, who madly ran,Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun

Help us to be ever faithful gardeners of the spirit, who know that without darkness nothing comes to birth, and without light nothing flowers.

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

True feeling justifies whatever it may cost.

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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!

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

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

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 and his family. The woman who does so is aberrant. We have to expiate for this cursed talent someone handed out to us, by mistake, in the black mystery of genetics.

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.

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

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