Do not deprive me of my age. I have earned it.

May Sarton

May Sarton

Profession: Poet
Nationality: Belgian

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One must think like a hero to behave like a merely decent human being.

Don't deprive me of my age. I have earned it.

Every relation challenges; every relation asks me to be something, do something, respond. Close off response and what is left? Bearing...enduring...waiting.

Wrinkles here and there seem unimportant compared to the Gestalt of the whole person I have become in this past year.

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.

Nobody stays special when they're old, Anna. That's what we have to learn.

We fear disturbance, change, fear to bring to light and to talk about what is painful. Suffering often feels like failure, but it is actually the door into growth.

Happy the man who can long roaming reap, Like old Ulysses when he shaped his course Homeward at last toward the native source, Seasoned and stretched to plant his dreaming deep.

When grace is given it comes to us as joy, maybe, but it can also be earned, I am convinced, through the rigorous examination of the sources of pain.

Where joy in an old pencil is not absurd.

It is the privilege of those who fear love to murder those who do not fear it!

The garden is growth and change and that means loss as well as constant new treasures to make up for a few disasters.

When I talk about solitude I am really talking also about making space for that intense, hungry face at the window, starved cat, starved person.

Women have come to understand ourselves as central, not peripheral, before anything real can happen. We have to depend on ourselves...This cannot be done against men, and that's the real problem...It cannot be woman against man. It has to be woman finding her true self with or without man, but not against man.