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Light is snow sifted / To an abstraction.

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
Light
Sifted
Abstraction
Snow

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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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I suppose I envy painters because they can meditate on form and structure, on color and light, and not concern themselves with human torment and chaos. It is restful even to imagine expression without words.
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The fact is that I have lived with the belief that power, any kind of power, was the one thing forbidden to poets. ... Power requires that the inner person never be unmasked. No, we poets have to go naked. And since this is so, it is better that we stay private people a naked public person would be rather ridiculous, what?
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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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Read between the lines.Then meet me in the silence if you can.
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Nobody stays special when they're old, Anna. That's what we have to learn.
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They are commiting murder who merely live.
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The more articulate one is, the more dangerous words become.
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I have never written a book that was not born out of a question I needed to answer for myself.
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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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For to be desperate is to discover strength. / We die of comfort and by conflict live.
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In a total work, the failures have their not unimportant place.
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A holiday gives one a chance to look backward and forward to reset oneself by an inner compass.
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a poet never feels useful.
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An old body when it is loved becomes a sacred treasure and sex itself must always, it seems to me, come to us as a sacrament and be so used or it is meaningless. The flesh is suffused by the spirit, and it is forgetting this in the act of love-making that creates cynicism and despair.
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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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Time unbounded is hard to handle.
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Women are at last becoming persons first and wives second, and that is as it should be.
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we are never done with thinking about our parents, I suppose, and come to know them better long after they are dead than we ever did when they were alive.
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What we have not has made us what we are. / ... / What we are not drives us to consummation.
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