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Words are more powerful than perhaps anyone suspects, and once deeply engraved in a child's mind, they are not easily eradicated.
tags: powerful mind
— May Sarton
A house that does not have one worn, comfy chair in it is soulless.
— May Sarton
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.
tags: living conscious creation discipline
— May Sarton
Help us to be ever faithful gardeners of the spirit, who know that without darkness nothing comes to birth, and without light nothing flowers.
tags: darkness help birth flowers spirit
— May Sarton
Revision is not going back and fussing around, but going forward into the process of creation
tags: creation process
— May Sarton
Fire is a good companion for the mind ...
tags: companion fire mind
— May Sarton
For any writer who wants to keep a journal, be alive to everything, not just to what you're feeling, but also to your pets, to flowers, to what you're reading.
tags: flowers reading
— May Sarton
One does not "find oneself" by pursuing one's self, but on the contrary by pursuing something else and learning through discipline or routine. . . who one is and wants to be.
tags: self discipline learning
— May Sarton
Now I become myself. It's taken time, many years and places.
tags: time year
— May Sarton
It is, I assume, quite easy to wither into old age, and hard to grow into it.
tags: age
— May Sarton
How slowly one comes to understand anything!
— May Sarton
Does anything in nature despair except man? An animal with a foot caught in a trap does not seem to despair. It is too busy trying to survive. It is all closed in, to a kind of still, intense waiting. Is this a key? Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.
tags: animals nature pain survival despair learn
— May Sarton
There are some griefs so loud/They could bring down the sky/And there are griefs so still/None knows how deep they lie.
tags: grief lies
— May Sarton
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.
tags: future loss believe die
— May Sarton
If we are to understand the human condition, and if we are to accept ourselves in all the complexity, self-doubt, extravagance of feeling, guilt, joy, the slow freeing of the self to its full capacity for action and creation, both as human being and as artist, we have to know all we can about each other, and we have to be willing to go naked.
tags: joy self action human creation guilt artist
— May Sarton
The minute one utters a certainty, the opposite comes to mind.
tags: mind
— May Sarton
The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of room, not try to be or do anything whatever.
tags: live
— May Sarton
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.
tags: nature grace patience help
— May Sarton
We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.
tags: self
— May Sarton
I always forget how important the empty days are, how important it may be sometimes not to expect to produce anything, even a few lines in a journal. A day when one has not pushed oneself to the limit seems a damaged damaging day, a sinful day. Not so! The most valuable thing one can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of a room.
tags: live oneself
— May Sarton
Joy, happiness ... we do not question. They are beyond question, maybe. A matter of being. But pain forces us to think, and to make connections ... to discover what has been happening to cause it. And, curiously enough, pain draws us to other human beings in a significant way, whereas joy or happiness to some extent, isolates.
tags: happiness pain joy human questions
— May Sarton
I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief (it seems) they can let go and go deep into their roots for renewal and sleep.... Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.
tags: pain grief sleep learn
— May Sarton
One thing is certain, and I have always known it - the joys of my life have nothing to do with age. They do not change. Flowers, the morning and evening light, music, poetry, silence, the goldfinches darting about
tags: joy silence age flowers music poetry
— May Sarton
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.
tags: men women mystery mistakes talent black
— May Sarton
Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.
tags: darkness birth flowers
— May Sarton
It is harder for women, perhaps to be 'one-pointed,' much harder for them to clear space around whatever it is they want to do beyond household chores and family life. Their lives are fragmented... the cry not so much for a 'a room of one's own' as time of one's own. Conflict become acute, whatever it may be about, when there is no margin left on any day in which to try at least to resolve it.
tags: time women live space conflict
— May Sarton
I long for the bulbs to arrive, for the early autumn chores are melancholy, but the planting of bulbs is the work of hope and is always thrilling.
tags: work hope
— May Sarton
Most people have to talk so they won't hear.
tags: people
— May Sarton
We cannot afford not to fight for growth and understanding, even when it is painful, as it is bound to be.
tags: growth understanding fight
— May Sarton
Gardening is an instrument of grace.
tags: grace
— May Sarton
Whatever peace I know rests in the natural world, in feeling myself a part of it, even in a small way.
tags: peace world
— May Sarton
When we admit our vulnerability, we include others. If we deny it, we shut them out.
— May Sarton
It is dark now. The snow is deep blue and the ocean nearly black. It is time for some music.
tags: time dark ocean music black
— May Sarton
Flowers and plants are silent presences. They nourish every sense except the ear.
tags: flowers
— May Sarton
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...
tags: time work expectation hope
— May Sarton
What is destructive is impatience, haste, expecting too much too fast.
— May Sarton
When we speak of being vulnerable, it suggests being especially vulnerable to pain. People for whom personal dignity and self-sufficiency are everything, do all they can to shut it out. Noli mi tangere. They are well aware that any intimate relationship has pain in it, forces a special kind of awareness, is costly, and so they try to keep themselves unencumbered by shutting pain out as far as it is possible to do so.
tags: people pain personal dignity relationship
— May Sarton
Deep down there was understanding, not of the facts of our lives so much as of our essential natures.
tags: nature live understanding facts
— May Sarton
True feeling justifies whatever it may cost.
tags: true
— May Sarton
Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.
tags: poverty self solitude loneliness
— May Sarton
may sarton
Birth    : May 3, 1912
Death  : July 16, 1995
Occupation  : Poet