I suppose real old age begins when one looks backward rather than forward May Sarton More Quotes by May Sarton More Quotes From May Sarton I can understand people simply fleeing the mountainous effort Christmas has become... but there are always a few saving graces and finally they make up for all the bother and distress. May Sarton effortchristmaspeople I feel often very close to the ecstasy and anguish which lie at the very heart of poetry - I am writing a lot. May Sarton heartwritinglying Words are my passion / And out of them and me / I would create beauty. May Sarton my-passionpassionpoet When it comes to the important things one is always alone. May Sarton always-aloneimportant-thingsimportant If I were to choose one single thing that that would restore Paris to the senses, it would be that strangely sweet, unhealthy smell of the Métro, so very unlike the dank cold or the stuffy heat of subways in New York. May Sarton parisnew-yorksweet She became for me an island of light, fun, wisdom where I could run with my discoveries and torments and hopes at any time of day and find welcome. May Sarton islandsrunningfun making order out of disorder any time, anywhere, can be regarded as a sacrament. May Sarton sacramentsdisorderorder Though friendship is not quick to burn it is explosive stuff. May Sarton losing-friendsbest-friendfriendship 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. May Sarton spacesoulpast Routine is not a prison, but the way into freedom from time. May Sarton routineprisonway ...I feel more alive when I'm writing than I do at any other time--except when I'm making love. Two things when you forget time, when nothing exists except the moment--the moment of writing, the moment of love. That perfect concentration is bliss. May Sarton writingtwosex 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? May Sarton atmosphereselfloss There was such a thing as women's work and it consisted chiefly, Hilary sometimes thought, in being able to stand constant interruption and keep your temper. . . . May Sarton dishesablesometimes For me a true poem is on the way when I begin to be haunted, when it seems as if I were being asked an inescapable question by an angel with whom I must wrestle to get at the answer. May Sarton angelanswersway It was completely fruitless to quarrel with the world, whereas the quarrel with oneself was occasionally fruitful and always, she had to admit, interesting. May Sarton There is only one real deprivation, I decided this morning, and that is not to be able to give one's gifts to those one loves most. 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. May Sarton flowersgardeninglightdarkness 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. May Sarton daycreationdisciplineplay
