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.
May SartonThere is only one real deprivation... and that is not to be able to give one's gifts to those one loves most.
May SartonNo partner in a love relationship... should feel that he has to give up an essential part of himself to make it viable.
May Sartoneach new poem is partly propelled by the formal energies of all the poems that have preceded it in the history of literature.
May SartonI have sometimes wondered also whether in people like me who come to the boil fast (soupe au lait, the French call this trait, like a milk soup that boils over) the tantrum is not a built-in safety valve against madness or illness. ... The fierce tension in me, when it is properly channeled, creates the good tension for work. But when it becomes unbalanced I am destructive. How to isolate that good tension is my problem these days. Or, put in another way, how to turn the heat down fast enough so the soup won't boil over!
May Sarton