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    Live or die, but don't poison everything.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: live  die 
     
    I am not immortal. Faustus and I are the also-ran.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: immortal 
     
    I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity that makes the sickness worse.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: hell  knowing  crazy 
     
    You must be a poet,a lady of evil luckdesiring to be what you are not,longing to bewhat you can only visit.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: evil 
     
    A woman who writes feels too much.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: women  write 
     
    Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: true  body  questions 
     
    Only my books anoint me, and a few friends, those who reach into my veins.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: friends  book 
     
    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 laugh to it, give, when the gravelly sand takes you, your tears to the land. To love another is something like prayer and can't be planned, you just fall into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: belief  men  women  body  tears  prayer 
     
    I am younger each year at the first snow. When I see it, suddenly, in the air, all little and white and moving; then I am in love again and very young and I believe everything.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: young  believe  year 
     
    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
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: heart  religious  violent 
     
    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.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: truth  secret 
     
    Meanwhile in my head, I'm undergoing open-heart surgery.
    — Anne Sexton
    The joy that isn't shared dies young.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: joy  young  die 
     
    Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: heart 
     
    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
    tags: time  people  lost 
     
    Cinderella and the princelived, they say, happily ever after,like two dolls in a museum casenever bothered by diapers or dust,never arguing over the timing of an egg,never telling the same story twice....
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: timing  stories 
     
    I would like a simple life / yet all night I am laying / poems away in a long box.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: night  poem 
     
    Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: poet 
     
    I am a collection of dismantled almosts.
    — Anne Sexton
    The snow has quietness in it; no songs, no smells, no shouts or traffic. When I speak my own voice shocks me.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: song 
     
    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 solid.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: dreams 
     
    Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: soul 
     
    As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.
    — Anne Sexton
    In a dream you are never eighty.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: dreams 
     
    It is June. I am tired of being brave.
    — Anne Sexton
    this is no dreamjust my oily lifewhere the people are alibisand the street is unfindable for anentire lifetime.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: people 
     
    Even so, I must admire your skill. You are so gracefully insane.
    — Anne Sexton
    To tell the truthdays are all the same sizeand words aren't much company.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: company 
     
    When I'm writing, I know I'm doing the thing I was born to do.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: writing 
     
    I imitatea memory of beliefthat I do not own.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: memory 
     
    I leave you, home,when I'm ripped from the doorstepby commerce or fate. Then I submitto the awful subway of the world....
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: fate  world 
     
    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
    tags: alone  mind 
     
    Writers are such phonies: they sometimes have wise insights but they don't live by them at all. That's what writers are like...you think they know something, but usually they are just messes.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: live  insight  wise 
     
    I'm the crazy one who thinks that words reach people.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: people  crazy 
     
    I can only sign over everything,the house, the dog, the ladders, the jewels,the soul, the family tree, the mailbox.Then I can sleep.Maybe.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: soul  dog 
     
    emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea...
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: dark  golf  diamond 
     
    The summer has seized you, as when, last month in Amalfi, I saw lemons as large as your desk-side globe-that miniature map of the world-and I could mention, too, the market stalls of mushrooms and garlic bugs all engorged. Or I even think of the orchard next door, where the berries are done and the apples are beginning to swell. And once, with our first backyard,I remember I planted an acre of yellow beans we couldn't eat.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: summer  miniature 
     
    At sixI lived in a graveyard full of dolls,avoiding myself,my body, the suspectin its grotesque house.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: body 
     
    As for me, I am a watercolor. I wash off.
    — Anne Sexton
    Our eyes are full of terrible confessions.
    — Anne Sexton
    tags: eyes 
     
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    anne sexton
    Birth    : November 9, 1928
    Death  : October 4, 1974
    Occupation  : Poet