Daisies in water are the longest lasting flower you can give to someone. Fact. Buy daisies. Not roses. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
There is hope. There is hope everywhere. Today God give milk and I have the pail. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
And if I tried to give you something else, something outside myself, you would not know that the worst of anyone can… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Love? Be it man. Be it woman. It must be a wave you want to glide in on, give your body to… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
When the cow gives blood and the Christ is born we must all eat sacrifices. We must all eat beautiful women. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Give me your skin as sheer as a cobweb, let me open it up and listen in and scoop out the dark. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Blind with love, my daughter has cried nightly for horses, those long-necked marchers and churners that she has mastered, any and all, reigning them… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity that makes the sickness worse. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
And what of the dead? They lie without shoes in the stone boats. They are more like stone than the sea would be if… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
The Witch's Life" When I was a child there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch. All day she… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I have forgiven all the old actors for dying. A new one comes on with the same lines, like large white growths, in his… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
“From the Garden” Come, my beloved, consider the lilies. We are of little faith. We talk too much. Put your mouthful of words away… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Oh thumb, I want a drink it is dark, where are the big people, when will I get there...? — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I want to kiss God on His nose and watch Him sneeze and so do you. Not out of disrespect. Out of pique. Out… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I, in my brand new body, which was not a woman's yet, told the stars my questions and thought God could really see the… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Father, you died once, salted down at fifty-nine, packed down like a big snow angel, wasn't that enough? — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Cinderella and the prince lived, they say, happily ever after, like two dolls in a museum case never bothered by diapers or dust, never… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
