"We are all jellyfish, too pitiful and too afraid of being disliked to be honest."
"I live alone, perhaps for no good reason, for the reason that I am an impossible creature, set apart by a temperament I have never learned to use as it could be used, thrown off by a word, a glance, a rainy day, or one drink too many. My need to be alone is balanced against my fear of what will happen when suddenly I enter the huge empty silence if I cannot find support there. I go up to Heaven and down to Hell in an hour, and keep alive only by imposing upon myself inexorable routines. I write too many letters and too few poems."
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Source: May Sarton (2014). “A Grain of Mustard Seed: Poems”, p.43, Open Road Media
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