May Sarton
May Sarton
May Sarton is the pen name of Eleanore Marie Sarton, an American poet, novelist and memoirist...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNon-Fiction Author
Date of Birth3 May 1912
CountryUnited States of America
roles sometimes imagine
I sometimes imagine that as one grows older one comes to live a role which as a young person one merely 'played.
friendship bears sometimes
I know you have much to bear with in me, and I really do sometimes in you, but I have never looked at friendship in a deep sense as easy or entirely comfortable.
expression masculine-and-feminine personality
I would predicate that in all great works of genius masculine and feminine elements in the personality find expression, whether this androgynous nature is played out sexually or not.
passion love-is views
How unnatural the imposed view, imposed by a puritanical ethos, that passionate love belongs only to the young, that people are dead from the neck down by the time they are forty, and that any deep feeling, any passion after that age, is either ludicrous or revolting!
art psychics mad
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.
compassion suffering world
The hardest thing we are asked to do in this world is to remain aware of suffering, suffering about which we can do nothing.
age innocence moments
[In old age] there is a childlike innocence, often, that has nothing to do with the childishness of senility. The moments become precious . . .
character writing years
I write poems about relationships, love relationships, and I'm not able to do that all the time. I could go two years without writing poems, and then write a dozen. Having a novel to work on, with the intricate puzzle of character and plot to work out, is satisfying for the time there is no poetry.
writing written universal
I write poems, have always written them, to transcend the painfully personal and reach the universal.
light expression color
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.
hard-to-handle handle hard
Time unbounded is hard to handle.
real fall battle
There were moments ... when it seemed that all one could be asked was just to keep the ashtrays clean, the bed made, the wastebaskets emptied, as if one never got to the real things because of the constant exhausting battle to keep ordinary life from falling apart.
thinking people feelings
People who are always thinking of the feelings of others can be very destructive because they are hiding so much from themselves.
stress solitude balance
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...