I've grown tired of love You are the trouble with me I watch you walk right by — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
“If someone burns out your eye I will take your socket and use it for an ashtray.” — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Yet love enters my blood like an I.V., dripping in its little white moments. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I am younger each year at the first snow. When I see it, suddenly, in the air, all little and white and… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I cannot promise very much. I give you the images I know. Lie still with me and watch. We laugh and we… — 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,… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
When I lie down to love, old dwarf heart shakes her head. Like an imbecile she was born old. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
... and my love stays bitterly glowing, spasms of it will not sleep, and I am helpless and thirsty and need shade… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I am so imperfect, can you love me when really my soul is deformed? Will you love me anyhow? — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Leaving the page of the book carelessly open, something unsaid, the phone off the hook and the love, whatever it was,an infection. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
we do not explain my husband's insane abuse and we do not say why your wild-haired wife has fled or that my… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Our checks are pale. Our wallets are invalids. Past due, past due, is what our bills are saying and yet we kiss… — 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
“From the Garden” Come, my beloved, consider the lilies. We are of little faith. We talk too much. Put your mouthful of… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
“Despair Who is he? A railroad track toward hell? Breaking like a stick of furniture? The hope that suddenly overflows the cesspool?… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
“Courage It is in the small things we see it. The child's first step, as awesome as an earthquake. The first time… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
If I could blame it on all the mothers and fathers of the world, they of the lessons, the pellets of power,… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I am teaching...It's kind of like having a love affair with a rhinoceros. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I am teaching... This year it's kind of like having a love affair with a rhinoceros. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I love you. You are closest to my heart, closer than any other human being. You are my extension. You are my… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Yesterday I did not want to be borrowed but this is the typewriter that sits before me and love is where yesterday… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
To die whole, riddled with nothing but desire for it, is like breakfast after love. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Loving me with my shoes off means loving my long brown legs, sweet dears, as good as spoons; and my feet, those… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Watch out for love (unless it is true, and every part of you says yes including the toes), it will wrap you… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
In a letter (no matter how quickly it is written or honestly or freely or lovingly) it is more possible to be… — 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
