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
nature mean loss
The garden is growth and change and that means loss as well as constant new treasures to make up for a few disasters.
loss self secret
For of course one is never safe when in love. Growth is demanding and may seem dangerous, for there is loss as well as gain in growth. But why go on living if one has ceased to grow? And what more demanding atmosphere for growth than love in any form, than any relationship which can call out and requires of us our most secret and deepest selves?
death failure loss
A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself.
spring believe loss
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 way of being. Strongly rooted perhaps, but spilling out its treasure on the wind.
loss loses
We only keep what we lose.
essential himself love partner scholars-and-scholarship
No partner in a love relationship...should feel that he has to give up an essential part of himself to make it viable.
hour madly single stand stop time
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!
depression illumination demand
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.
beauty order meditation
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 it?
american-poet conscious creation order pure relieved
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.
american-poet birth darkness faithful gardeners help
Help us to be ever faithful gardeners of the spirit, who know that without darkness nothing comes to birth, and without light nothing flowers.
light snow abstraction
Light is snow sifted / To an abstraction.
murder
They are commiting murder who merely live.
want recognition terror
I asked myself the question, 'What do you want of your life?' and I realized with a start of recognition and terror, 'Exactly what I have - but to be commensurate, to handle it all better.