May Sarton

“We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.”

“There are some griefs so loudThey could bring down the sky,And there are griefs so stillNone knows how deep they lie,Endured, never expended.There are old griefs so proudThey never speak a word;They never can be mended.And these nourish the willAnd keep it iron-hard.”

“I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom”

“The more articulate one is, the more dangerous words become.”