Quote

I am your dwarf. I am the enemy within. I am the boss of your dreams. See. Your hand shakes. It is not palsy or booze. It is your Doppelganger trying to get out. Beware...Beware...

Anne Sexton

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Anne Sexton
Age: 45 †
Born: 1928
Born: November 9
Died: 1974
Died: October 4
Poet
Writer
Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
Boss
Dreams
Palsy
Enemy
Dwarf
Hand
Dwarves
Within
Booze
Hands
Dwarfs
Dream
Beware
Trying
Shakes

More quotes by Anne Sexton

Image
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
Image
There is hope. There is hope everywhere. Today God give milk and I have the pail.
Anne Sexton
Image
I think of myself as writing for one person, that one perfect reader who understands and loves.
Anne Sexton
Image
My life has appeared unclothed in court, detail by detail, death-bone witness by death-bone witness, and I was shamed at the verdict.
Anne Sexton
Image
But even in a telephone booth evil can seep out of the receiver and we must cover it with a mattress, and then tear it from its roots and bury it, bury it.
Anne Sexton
Image
Everyone in me is a bird I am beating all my wings
Anne Sexton
Image
Suicide is, after all, the opposite of the poem.
Anne Sexton
Image
Pulling off the fat diamond engagement ring, pulling off the elopement wedding ring, and holding them, clicking them in thumb and forefinger, the indent of twenty-five years, like a tiny rip leaving its mark.
Anne Sexton
Image
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
Image
And thus Snow White became the prince's bride. The wicked queen was invited to the wedding feast and when she arrived there were red-hot iron shoes, in the manner of red-hot roller skates, clamped upon her feet.
Anne Sexton
Image
I'm an empress. I wear an apron. My typewriter writes. It didn't break the way it warned. Even crazy, I'm as nice as a chocolate bar.
Anne Sexton
Image
All who love have lied.
Anne Sexton
Image
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 feed it soup?
Anne Sexton
Image
Our children tremble in their teen-age cribs, whirling off on a thumb or a motorcycle.
Anne Sexton
Image
It's all a matter of history. Brandy is no solace. Librium only lies me down like a dead snow queen. Yes! I am still the criminal.
Anne Sexton
Image
The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not.
Anne Sexton
Image
The place I live in is a kind of maze and I keep seeking the exit or the home.
Anne Sexton
Image
I was spread out dailyand examined for flaws.
Anne Sexton
Image
Our eyes are full of terrible confessions.
Anne Sexton
Image
I am tearing the feathers out of the pillows, waiting, waiting for Daddy to come home and stuff me so full of our infected child that I turn invisible, but married, at last.
Anne Sexton