Explore Quotes by Anne Sexton

Put your mouthful of words away and come with me to watch the lilies open in such a field, growing there like yachts, slowly steering their petals without nurses or clocks.

One can't build little white picket fences to keep nightmares out.

As a writer one has to take the chance on being a fool.

... and my love stays bitterly glowing, spasms of it will not sleep, and I am helpless and thirsty and need shade but there is no one to cover me- not even God.

Abundance is scooped from abundance yet abundance remains.

The place I live in is a kind of maze and I keep seeking the exit or the home.

The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that's saying a lot.

I'm hunting for the truth. It might be a kind of poetic truth, and not just a factual one, because behind everything that happens to you, there is another truth, a secret life.

The tongue, the Chinese say, _x000D_ is like a sharp knife: _x000D_ it kills _x000D_ without drawing blood.

My heart is on a budget._x000D_It keeps me on the brink.

I try to take care_x000D_and be gentle to them._x000D_Words and eggs must be handled with care._x000D_Once broken they are impossible things to repair.

Oh, darling, let your body in, let it tie you in, in comfort.

I have been cut in two.

Well, one gets out of bed and the planets don't always hiss or muck up the day, each day.

Emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea.

Yes I try to kill myself in small amounts, an innocuous occupation. Actually I'm hung up on it.

My death from the wrists, two name tags, blood worn like a corsage to bloom one on the left and one on the right.

I am teaching... This year it's kind of like having a love affair with a rhinoceros.

You lay, a small knuckle on my white bed; lay, that fist like a snail, small and strong at my breast. Your lips are animals; you are fed with love. At first, hunger is not wrong.

Some women marry houses. It's another kind of skin; it has a heart, a mouth, a liver and bowel movements.

Death's in the good-bye.