Quote

The windows, the starving windows that drive the trees like nails into my heart.

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
Nails
Trees
Drive
Window
Tree
Heart
Like
Starving
Windows

More quotes by Anne Sexton

Image
All in all, I'd say, the world is strangling.
Anne Sexton
Image
The man inside of woman ties a knot so that they will never again be separate.
Anne Sexton
Image
...became a woman who learned her own skin and dug into her soul and found it full.
Anne Sexton
Image
I am not at home in myself. I am my own stranger.
Anne Sexton
Image
I wonder if the artist ever lives his life--he is so busy recreating it.
Anne Sexton
Image
I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity that makes the sickness worse.
Anne Sexton
Image
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
Image
I would sell my life to avoid the pain that begins in the crib with its bars or perhaps with your first breath when the planets drill your future into you.
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
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
Image
The day of fire is coming, the thrush will fly ablaze like a little sky rocket.
Anne Sexton
Image
You lay, a small knuckle on my white bed lay, that fist like a snail, small and strong at my breast. Your lips are animals you are fed with love. At first, hunger is not wrong.
Anne Sexton
Image
No matter whose bed you die in the bed will be yours for your voyage onto the surgical andiron of God.
Anne Sexton
Image
And if I tried to give you something else, something outside myself, you would not know that the worst of anyone can be, finally, an accident of hope
Anne Sexton
Image
What a lay me down this is with two pink, two orange, two green, two white goodnights.
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
Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen.
Anne Sexton
Image
My heart is on a budget. It keeps me on the brink.
Anne Sexton
Image
It's a little mad, but I believe I am many people. When I am writing a poem, I feel I am the person who should have written it.
Anne Sexton
Image
As a writer one has to take the chance on being a fool.
Anne Sexton