***** GLEANINGS *****

GLEANINGS

May Sarton – Journal of a Solitude

Loss made everything sharp.

…the tearing up of the roots of love.

I shiver in my isolation…

…my life waiting for me somewhere, asking to be created again.

It has been stupidly difficult to let go…

…clutching is the surest way to murder love,…

…the more one realizes how very few people could be called happy, how complex and demanding every deep human relationship is, how much real pain, anger, and despair are concealed.

The only thing that is not chance is what one asks of oneself and how well or how badly one meets one’s own standard.

About love I have little to learn from the young.

For of course one is never safe when in love.

When it comes to the important things one is always alone.