In the country of pain we are each alone. – May Sarton
Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace. – May Sarton
In the country of pain we are each alone. – May Sarton
Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace. – May Sarton
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. – May Sarton
It is the privilege of those who fear love to murder those who do not fear it! – May Sarton