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I tell the gods are still alive / And they are not consoling.
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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Mountains define you. You cannot define / Them.
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In the novel or the journal you get the journey. In a poem you get the arrival.
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Nobody stays special when they're old, Anna. That's what we have to learn.
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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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My own feeling is that the only possible reason for engaging in the hard labor of writing a novel, is that one is bothered by something one needs to understand, and can come to understand only through the characters in the imagined situation.
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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.
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He [the cat] wound himself around her legs, purring the purr of ardent desire like a kettle coming to a boil and then bubbling very fast.
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We are able to laugh when we achieve detachment, if only for a moment.
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It is curious how any making of order makes one feel mentally ordered, ordered inside.
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What is destructive is impatience, haste, expecting too much too fast.
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...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.
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There were moments ... when it seemed that all one could be asked was just to keep the ashtrays clean, the bed made, the wastebaskets emptied, as if one never got to the real things because of the constant exhausting battle to keep ordinary life from falling apart.
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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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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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Words are my passion / And out of them and me / I would create beauty.
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Why should it happen that among the great many women whom I see and am fond of, suddenly somebody I meet for half an hour opens the door into poetry?
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In the country of pain we are each alone.
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What can I have that I still want?
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Wrinkles here and there seem unimportant compared to the Gestalt of the whole person I have become in this past year.
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I have written every poem, every novel, for the same purpose-to find out what I think, to know where I stand.
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