Is it perhaps the one necessity of love, that it be needed? And the one great human tragedy that it so rarely is?
May Sartonwe 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.
May SartonSolitude is the salt of personhood. It brings out the authentic flavor of every experience.
May SartonGardening is one of the rewards of middle age, when one is ready for an impersonal passion, a passion that demands patience, acute awareness of a world outside oneself, and the power to keep on growing through all the times of drought, through the cold snows, towards those moments of pure joy when all failures are forgotten and the plum tree flowers.
May Sarton