Somebody who should have been born is gone. Yes, woman, such logic will lead to loss without death. Or say what you meant, you coward . . . this baby that I bleed.
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. - Anne Sexton
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.
- Anne Sexton
I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity that makes the sickness worse. - Anne Sexton
I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity that makes the sickness worse.
As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love. - Anne Sexton
As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.
Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery. - Anne Sexton
Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.
Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen. - Anne Sexton
Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen.
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 yours is. - Anne Sexton
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 yours is.
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 opening through which to f… - Anne Sexton
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 opening through which to f…
Be careful of words, / ... they can be both daisies and bruises. - Anne Sexton
Be careful of words, / ... they can be both daisies and bruises.
I'll Vacuum up my stale hair, I'll pay all my neighbors' bad debts, I'll write a poem called Yellow and put my lips down to drink it up. - Anne Sexton
I'll Vacuum up my stale hair, I'll pay all my neighbors' bad debts, I'll write a poem called Yellow and put my lips down to drink it up.
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