All Anne Sexton Quotes
- I like you; your eyes are full of language." [Letter to Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964.] Anne
- And tonight our skin, our bones, that have survived our fathers, will meet, delicate in the hold, fastened together in an intricate lock. Then one… Bones
- When I'm writing, I know I'm doing the thing I was born to do. Born
- Don’t worry if they say you’re crazy. They said that about me and yet I was saner than all of them. I knew. No matter.… All
- Then all this became history. Your hand found mine. Life rushed to my fingers like a blood clot. Oh, my carpenter, the fingers are rebuilt.… All
- Do you like me?” No answer. Silence bounced, fell off his tongue and sat between us and clogged my throat. It slaughtered my trust. It… Answer
- I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found. Ask
- 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 peered… All
- Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery. Head
- I rot on the wall, my own Dorian Gray. Dorian
- The snow has quietness in it; no songs, no smells, no shouts or traffic. When I speak my own voice shocks me. Me
- It was as if a morning-glory had bloomed in her throat, and all that blue and small pollen ate into my heart, violent and religious All
- I’ll put it out there: I am scarred by the nostalgic indicipherability of my own desires; I an engulfed by the intimidating unknown, pushed through… Darkness
- You who have inhabited me in the deepest and most broken place, are going, going Broken
- I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful and downward into… Alternate
- The boys and girls are one tonight. They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies. They take off shoes. They turn off the light. The glimmering creatures… Alone
- I am a collection of dismantled almosts. Almosts
- I tell you what you’ll never really know: all the medical hypothesis that explained my brain will never be as true as these struck leaves… All
- The windows, the starving windows that drive the trees like nails into my heart. Drive
- Maybe I am becoming a hermit, opening the door for only a few special animals? Maybe my skull is too crowded and it has no… Animal
- If I could blame it on all the mothers and fathers of the world, they of the lessons, the pellets of power, they of the… All
- Talk to me about sadness. I talk about it too much in my own head but I never mind others talking about it either; I… Feel
- Give me your skin as sheer as a cobweb, let me open it up and listen in and scoop out the dark. Cobweb
- Love your self's self where it lives. Acceptance
- The sanest thing in this world is love. Love