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
fighting understanding growth
We cannot afford not to fight for growth and understanding, even when it is painful, as it is bound to be.
grace gardening instruments
Gardening is an instrument of grace.
people
Most people have to talk so they won't hear.
humor laughing able
We are able to laugh when we achieve detachment, if only for a moment.
peace feelings world
Whatever peace I know rests in the natural world, in feeling myself a part of it, even in a small way.
pet deny ifs
When we admit our vulnerability, we include others. If we deny it, we shut them out.
ocean dark blue
It is dark now. The snow is deep blue and the ocean nearly black. It is time for some music.
music flower silence
Flowers and plants are silent presences. They nourish every sense except the ear.
hard-work expectations smallest
How much hope, expectation, and sheer hard work goes into the smallest success! There is no being sure of anything except that whatever has been created will change in time...
art children book
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 (because they are not themselves at the center of creation, cannot bear children) that a woman writer of genius evokes murderous rage, must be brushed aside with a sneer as 'irrelevant'?
too-much haste expecting
What is destructive is impatience, haste, expecting too much too fast.
lonely loneliness being-alone
Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.
letting-go pain order
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.
dark light mind
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.