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Anne Sexton quotes - page 3
But suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know which tools. They never ask why build. Twice I have so simply declared myself, have possessed the enemy, eaten the enemy, have taken on his craft, his magic.
Anne Sexton
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. They dance with yours.
Anne Sexton
Depression is boring, I think and I would do better to make some soup and light up the cave.
Anne Sexton
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 occasionally feel like I tremendously need others to talk about it as well.
Anne Sexton
Yesterday I did not want to be borrowed but this is the typewriter that sits before me and love is where yesterday is at.
Anne Sexton
Suicide is, after all, the opposite of the poem.
Anne Sexton
The grass as bristly and stout as chives and me wondering when the ground will break and me wondering how anything fragile survives.
Anne Sexton
Sometimes I fly like an eagle but with the wings of a wren.
Anne Sexton
Not that it was beautiful, but that I found some order there.
Anne Sexton
Give me your skin as sheer as a cobweb, let me open it up and listen in and scoop out the dark.
Anne Sexton
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. They became stone. My body became a side of mutton and despair roamed the slaughterhouse.
Anne Sexton
O starry night, This is how I want to die.
Anne Sexton
I burn the way money burns.
Anne Sexton
We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb. Sucking on it!
Anne Sexton
Death's in the good-bye.
Anne Sexton
being sixteen in the pants I died full of questions.
Anne Sexton
Look to your heart that flutters in and out like a moth. God is not indifferent to your need. You have a thousand prayers but God has one.
Anne Sexton
And we are magic talking to itself, noisy and alone. I am queen of all my sins forgotten. Am I still lost? Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself.
Anne Sexton
Yet love enters my blood like an I. V., dripping in its little white moments.
Anne Sexton
The soul was not cured, it was as full as a clothes closet of dresses that did not fit.
Anne Sexton
Now I am going back And I have ripped my hand From your hand as I said I would And I have made it this far...
Anne Sexton
Only my books anoint me, and a few friends, those who reach into my veins.
Anne Sexton
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