Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
Poems aren't postcards to send home.
Anne Sexton
Share
Change background
T
T
T
Change font
Original
TAGS & TOPICS
Anne Sexton
Age: 45 †
Born: 1928
Born: November 9
Died: 1974
Died: October 4
Poet
Writer
Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
Postcards
Poems
Send
Aren
Home
More quotes by 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.
Anne Sexton
I am younger each year at the first snow.
Anne Sexton
you see, we live in a cold climate and are not permitted to kiss on the street so I made up a song that wasn't true. I made up a song called Marriage.
Anne Sexton
Man is a bird full of mud, I say aloud. And death looks on with a casual eye and scratches his anus.
Anne Sexton
I have forgiven all the old actors for dying. A new one comes on with the same lines, like large white growths, in his mouth. The dancers come on from the wings, perfectly mated.
Anne Sexton
Blue eyes wash off sometimes.
Anne Sexton
Yes, I know. Death sits with his key in my lock. Not one day is taken for granted. Even nursery rhymes have put me in hock.
Anne Sexton
The family story tells, and it was told true, of my great-grandfather who begat eight genius children and bought twelve almost new grand pianos. He left a considerable estate when he died.
Anne Sexton
Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there something worth learning in that narrow diary of my mind
Anne Sexton
Inside many of us is a small old man who wants to get out.
Anne Sexton
Watch out for love (unless it is true, and every part of you says yes including the toes), it will wrap you up like a mummy, and your scream won't be heard and none of your running will run.
Anne Sexton
O fallen angel, the companion within me, whisper something holy before you pinch me into the grave.
Anne Sexton
No one to hate except the slim fish of memory that slides in and out of my brain.
Anne Sexton
Today life opened inside me like an egg.
Anne Sexton
My ideas are a curse. They spring from a radical discontent with the awful order of things. I play clown. I play carpenter. I play nurse. I play witch.
Anne Sexton
Fee-fi-fo-fum - Now I'm borrowed. Now I'm numb.
Anne Sexton
Father, you died once, salted down at fifty-nine, packed down like a big snow angel, wasn't that enough?
Anne Sexton
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
Rats live on no evil star
Anne Sexton
Maybe, although my heart is a kitten of butter, I am blowing it up like a zeppelin.
Anne Sexton