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
giving able wealth
Being very rich as far as I am concerned is having a margin. The margin is being able to give.
flower passion snow
Gardening is one of the rewards of middle age, when one is ready for an impersonal passion, a passion that demands patience, acute awareness of a world outside oneself, and the power to keep on growing through all the times of drought, through the cold snows, towards those moments of pure joy when all failures are forgotten and the plum tree flowers.
gardening going-away age
gardening is a madness, a folly that does not go away with age. Quite the contrary.
art order chaos
For art is order, but it is born out of the chaos of life.
past space soul
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.
respect self needs
Self-respect is nothing to hide behind. When you need it most it isn't there.
strength sometimes fragile-things
It is sometimes the most fragile things that have the power to endure and become sources of strength.
garden roots bears
True gardeners cannot bear a glove Between the sure touch and the tender root.
grieving people remember
What is there to do when people die - people so dear and rare - but bring them back by remembering?
important remember life-is
I suppose one has to remember that 'life' is important too, though it's something I forget in some moods, everything except work seeming like an interruption or really non-life.
children musical-genius years
My musical genius reached its apex thirty years ago when I played the triangle in Haydn's children's symphony, so I could not play unless you needed someone to make one sustained note!
love-is miracle humans
Love is our human miracle.
tragedy needed humans
Is it perhaps the one necessity of love, that it be needed? And the one great human tragedy that it so rarely is?
holiday giving looks
A holiday gives one a chance to look backward and forward; to reset oneself by an inner compass.