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Where joy in an old pencil is not absurd.

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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I am not a greedy person except about flowers and plants, and then I become fanatically greedy.
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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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When I am alone the flowers are really seen I can pay attention to them. They are felt as presences. Without them I would die...they change before my eyes. They live and die in a few days they keep me closely in touch with the process, with growth, and also with dying. I am floated on their moments.
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... love is healing, even rootless love.
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The minute one utters a certainty, the opposite comes to mind.
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They are commiting murder who merely live.
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What is destructive is impatience, haste, expecting too much too fast.
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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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It is a waste of time to see people who have only a social surface to show. I will make every effort to find out the real person, but if I can't, then I am upset and cross. Time wasted is poison.
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This suspension of one's own reality, this being entirely alone in a strange city (at times I wondered if I had lost the power of speech) is an enriching state for a writer. Then the written word ... takes on an intensity of its own. Nothing gets exteriorized or dissipated all is concentrated within.
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True feeling justifies whatever it may cost.
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Am I too old, perhaps, ever to take in another's life to share with mine on a permanent basis? If so, I must make do with what I have... and what I have is a great richness of friends and a positively ardent love of nature. Not nothing!
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a poet never feels useful.
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Now I become myself. It’s taken time, many years and places.
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life is always bringing unexpected gifts.
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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?
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A body without bones would be a limp impossible mess, so a day without steady routine would be disruptive and chaotic.
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No partner in a love relationship... should feel that he has to give up an essential part of himself to make it viable.
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For inside all the weakness of old age, the spirit, God knows, is as mercurial as it ever was.
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