What did May Sarton mean by: There is a wilder solitude in winter When every sense is pricked alive and keen. - May Sarton Poet · Belgium Copy
+ in the very long run any success devours – and perhaps also corrupts. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, May Sarton, Running, Success, 0 - May Sarton Poet · Belgium
+ Innocence is not pure so much as pleased, Always expectant, bright-eyed, self-enclosed Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, May Sarton, Innocence, Self, 0 - May Sarton Poet · Belgium
+ What can I have that I still want? Explain Feraz Zeid, August 23, 2023December 24, 2023, May Sarton, Still, 0 - May Sarton Poet · Belgium
+ What we have not has made us what we are. / … / What we are not drives us to consummation. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, May Sarton, Ambitious, Desire, 0 - May Sarton Poet · Belgium
+ Now I become myself. It’s taken time, many years and places. Feraz Zeid, July 14, 2023December 12, 2023, May Sarton, 0 - May Sarton Poet · Belgium
+ Self-respect is nothing to hide behind. When you need it most it isn’t there. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, May Sarton, Respect, Self, 0 - May Sarton Poet · Belgium
+ Why is it that people who cannot show feeling presume that that is a strength and not a weakness? Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, May Sarton, Happiness, Strength, 0 - May Sarton Poet · Belgium
+ Life comes in clusters, clusters of solitude, then a cluster when there is hardly time to breathe. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, May Sarton, Breathe, Solitude, 0 - May Sarton Poet · Belgium
A philosopher is a fool who torments himself while he is alive, to be talked of after he is dead. - Jean le Rond d'Alembert Mathematician and physicist · France
The want of occupation is no less the plague of society than of solitude. Explain - Jean-Jacques Rousseau Philosopher · Switzerland
I can receive nothing more from these tragic solitudes than a little empty purity. Explain - Jean-Paul Sartre Philosopher · France
Solitude is a place where all is quiet – except the beating of your heart. - Jeanne Marie Laskas Author
During a warm winter rain … the basins of her collarbones collected water. - Jeffrey Eugenides Author
