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There is only one real deprivation... and that is not to be able to give one's gifts to those one loves most.

May Sarton

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May Sarton
Age: 83 †
Born: 1912
Born: May 3
Died: 1995
Died: July 16
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May Eleanor Sarton
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It is only when we can believe that we are creating the soul that life has any meaning, but when we can believe it - and I do and always have - then there is nothing we do that is without meaning and nothing that we suffer that does not hold the seed of creation in it.
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So this was fame at last! Nothing but a vast debt to be paid to the world in energy, blood, and time.
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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.
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More than any other beauty (though it is true of all beauty except in art) passion seems to me to have the seeds of its own destruction in it.
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The body is a universe in itself and must be held as sacred as anything in creation....It is dangerous to forget the body as sacramental.
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each new poem is partly propelled by the formal energies of all the poems that have preceded it in the history of literature.
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It is possible, I suppose, that we are returning to a Dark Age. What is frightening is that violence is not only represented by nations, but everywhere walks among us freely.
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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.
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Read between the lines.Then meet me in the silence if you can.
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The value of solitude - one of its values - is, of course, that there is nothing to cushion against attacks from within, just as there is nothing to help balance at times of particular stress or depression.
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It is clear that we do not exactly choose our poems our poems choose us.
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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?
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What can I have that I still want?
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About loving, I have little to learn from the young.
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It is curious how any making of order makes one feel mentally ordered, ordered inside.
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instant intimacy was too often followed by disillusion.
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I sometimes imagine that as one grows older one comes to live a role which as a young person one merely 'played.
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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.
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“How does one grow up?” I asked a friend the other day. There was a slight pause then she answered, “By thinking.”
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[In old age] there is a childlike innocence, often, that has nothing to do with the childishness of senility. The moments become precious . . .
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