In the country of pain we are each alone. – May Sarton
A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself. – May Sarton
In the country of pain we are each alone. – May Sarton
A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself. – 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