All Anne Sexton Quotes
- Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself, Counting this row and that row of moccasins Waiting on the silent shelf. Beautiful
- Everyone in me is a bird I am beating all my wings All
- Rats live on no evil star Evil
- Now I am going back And I have ripped my hand From your hand as I said I would And I have made it this… Far
- I burn the way money burns. Burn
- O starry night, This is how I want to die Die
- Don't bite till you know if it's bread or stone. Bite
- Depression is boring, I think and I would do better to make some soup and light up the cave. Better
- All I wanted was a little piece of life, to be married, to have children.... I was trying my damnedest to lead a conventional life,… All
- Sometimes I fly like an eagle but with the wings of a wren Eagle
- Love? Be it man. Be it woman. It must be a wave you want to glide in on, give your body to it, give your… Arms
- Poetry is my life, my postmark, my hands, my kitchen, my face. Face
- I must always forget how one word is able to pick out another, to manner another, until I have got something I might have said...… Able
- Take your foot out of the graveyard, they are busy being dead. Busy
- All day I've built a lifetime and now the sun sinks to undo it. All
- I am stuffing your mouth with your promises and watching you vomit them out upon my face. Face
- The grass as bristly and stout as chives and me wondering when the ground will break and me wondering how anything fragile survives Break
- Even so, I must admire your skill. You are so gracefully insane. Admire
- the man inside of woman ties a knot so that they will never again be separate… Inside
- The soul was not cured, it was as full as a clothes closet of dresses that did not fit. Closet
- Yet love enters my blood like an I.V., dripping in its little white moments. Blood
- She is so naked and singular. She is the sum of yourself and your dream. Climb her like a monument, step after step. She is… Climb
- I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as… Alone
- Only my books anoint me, and a few friends, those who reach into my veins. Anoint
- Now I am just an elderly lady who is full of spleen, who humps around greater Boston in a God-awful hat, who never lived and… Awful