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Live or die, but don't poison everything.
tags: live die
— Anne Sexton
I am not immortal. Faustus and I are the also-ran.
tags: immortal
— Anne Sexton
I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity that makes the sickness worse.
tags: hell knowing crazy
— Anne Sexton
You must be a poet,a lady of evil luckdesiring to be what you are not,longing to bewhat you can only visit.
tags: evil
— Anne Sexton
A woman who writes feels too much.
tags: women write
— Anne Sexton
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.
tags: true body questions
— Anne Sexton
Only my books anoint me, and a few friends, those who reach into my veins.
tags: friends book
— Anne Sexton
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.
tags: belief men women body tears prayer
— Anne Sexton
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.
tags: young believe year
— Anne Sexton
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
tags: heart religious violent
— Anne Sexton
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.
tags: truth secret
— Anne Sexton
Meanwhile in my head, I'm undergoing open-heart surgery.
— Anne Sexton
The joy that isn't shared dies young.
tags: joy young die
— Anne Sexton
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.
tags: heart
— 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.
tags: time people lost
— Anne Sexton
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....
tags: timing stories
— Anne Sexton
I would like a simple life / yet all night I am laying / poems away in a long box.
tags: night poem
— Anne Sexton
Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.
tags: poet
— Anne Sexton
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.
tags: song
— Anne Sexton
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.
tags: dreams
— Anne Sexton
Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.
tags: soul
— Anne Sexton
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.
tags: dreams
— Anne Sexton
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.
tags: people
— Anne Sexton
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.
tags: company
— Anne Sexton
When I'm writing, I know I'm doing the thing I was born to do.
tags: writing
— Anne Sexton
I imitatea memory of beliefthat I do not own.
tags: memory
— Anne Sexton
I leave you, home,when I'm ripped from the doorstepby commerce or fate. Then I submitto the awful subway of the world....
tags: fate world
— 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.
tags: alone mind
— Anne Sexton
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.
tags: live insight wise
— Anne Sexton
I'm the crazy one who thinks that words reach people.
tags: people crazy
— Anne Sexton
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.
tags: soul dog
— Anne Sexton
emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea...
tags: dark golf diamond
— Anne Sexton
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.
tags: summer miniature
— Anne Sexton
At sixI lived in a graveyard full of dolls,avoiding myself,my body, the suspectin its grotesque house.
tags: body
— Anne Sexton
As for me, I am a watercolor. I wash off.
— Anne Sexton
Our eyes are full of terrible confessions.
tags: eyes
— Anne Sexton
anne sexton
Birth    : November 9, 1928
Death  : October 4, 1974
Occupation  : Poet