We are all jellyfish, too pitiful and too afraid of being disliked to be honest.— May Sarton
The most gorgeous May Sarton quotes that will transform you to a better person
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.
We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.
Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.
What is destructive is impatience, haste, expecting too much too fast.
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
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.
There are some griefs so loud/They could bring down the sky/And there are griefs so still/None knows how deep they lie.
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.
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.
May we agree that private life is irrelevant? Multiple, mixed, ambiguous at best - out of it we try to fashion the crystal clear, the singular, the absolute, and that is what is relevant; that is what matters.
A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.
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.
Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.
For me the moral dilemma this past year has been how to make peace with the unacceptable.
In the middle of the night, things well up from the past that are not always cause for rejoicing--the unsolved, the painful encounters, the mistakes, the reasons for shame or woe. But all, good or bad, give me food for thought, food to grow on.
Read between the lines.Then meet me in the silence if you can.
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?
It was completely fruitless to quarrel with the world, whereas the quarrel with oneself was occasionally fruitful and always, she had to admit, interesting.
Words are more powerful than perhaps anyone suspects, and once deeply engraved in a child's mind, they are not easily eradicated.
Self-respect is nothing to hide behind. When you need it most it isn't there.
Real joy is becoming exceedingly rare among artists of any kind.
And I have an idea that those who can and do communicate it are always people who have had a hard time. Then the joy has no smugness or self-righteousness in it, is inclusive not exclusive, and comes close to prayer.
People who are always thinking of the feelings of others can be very destructive because they are hiding so much from themselves.
I write poems about relationships, love relationships, and I'm not able to do that all the time. I could go two years without writing poems, and then write a dozen. Having a novel to work on, with the intricate puzzle of character and plot to work out, is satisfying for the time there is no poetry.
Wrinkles here and there seem unimportant compared to the Gestalt of the whole person I have become in this past year.
... if one does not have wild dreams of achievement, there is no spur even to get the dishes washed. One must think like a hero to behave like a merely decent human being.
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?
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.
One must think like a hero to behave like a merely decent human being.
There is only one real deprivation... and that is not to be able to give one's gifts to those one loves most.
A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself.
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.
Innocence is not pure so much as pleased, Always expectant, bright-eyed, self-enclosed
Revision is not going back and fussing around, but going forward into the process of creation
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.
What is there to do when people die - people so dear and rare - but bring them back by remembering?
It looks as if I were meant to be alone, and that any hope of happiness is not meant. Am I too old to acquire the knack for happiness?
When one's not writing poems - and I'm not at the moment - you wonder how you ever did it. It's like another country you can't reach.
Gardening gives one back a sense of proportion about everything - except itself.
I see a certain order in the universe and math is one way of making it visible.
We are able to laugh when we achieve detachment, if only for a moment.
There is a proper balance between not asking enough of oneself and asking or expecting too much.
The garden is growth and change and that means loss as well as constant new treasures to make up for a few disasters.
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.
It is good for a professional to be reminded that his professionalism is only a husk, that the real person must remain an amateur, a lover of the work.
True feeling justifies whatever it may cost.
Don't forget that compared to a grownup person every baby is a genius.
No partner in a love relationship... should feel that he has to give up an essential part of himself to make it viable.
Don't forget that compared to a grownup person every baby is a genius.
Think of the capacity to learn! The freshness, the temperament, the will of a baby a few months old!
I would predicate that in all great works of genius masculine and feminine elements in the personality find expression, whether this androgynous nature is played out sexually or not.