Quote

For forty days, for forty nights Jesus put one foot in front of the other and the man he carried, if it was a man, became heavier and heavier.

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
Jesus
Forty
Night
God
Men
Fronts
Front
Became
Heavier
Feet
Nights
Days
Carried
Religion
Foot

More quotes by Anne Sexton

Image
I love the word warm. It is almost unbearable-- so moist and breathlike.
Anne Sexton
Image
... a starving man doesn't ask what the meal is.
Anne Sexton
Image
Bless all useful objects, the spoons made of bone, the mattress I cook my dreams upon, the typewriter that is my church with an altar of keys always waiting.
Anne Sexton
Image
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
Anne Sexton
Image
Every time I get happy the Nana-hex comes through. Birds turn into plumber's tools, a sonnet turns into a dirty joke, a wind turns into a tracheotomy, a boat turns into a corpse.
Anne Sexton
Image
I leave you, home, when I'm ripped from the doorstep by commerce or fate. Then I submit to the awful subway of the world.
Anne Sexton
Image
The stars are pears that no one can reach, even for a wedding. Perhaps for a death.
Anne Sexton
Image
When I'm writing, I know I'm doing the thing I was born to do.
Anne Sexton
Image
Even without wars, life is dangerous.
Anne Sexton
Image
I was spread out dailyand examined for flaws.
Anne Sexton
Image
I try to take care and be gentle to them. Words and eggs must be handled with care. Once broken they are impossible things to repair.
Anne Sexton
Image
I am a collection of dismantled almosts.
Anne Sexton
Image
Then God spoke to me and said: People say only good things about Christmas. If they want to say something bad, they whisper.
Anne Sexton
Image
Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.
Anne Sexton
Image
The fish are naked. The fish are always awake. They are the color of old spoons and caramels.
Anne Sexton
Image
Why are all these dolls falling out of the sky? Was there a father? Or have the planets cut holes in their nets and let our childhood out, or are we the dolls themselves, born but never fed?
Anne Sexton
Image
I see myself as one would see another. I have been cut in two.
Anne Sexton
Image
it was my first doll that water went into and water came out of much earlier it was the diaper I wore and the dirt thereof and my mother hating me for it
Anne Sexton
Image
Poor thing. To die and never see Brooklyn.
Anne Sexton
Image
My eyes, those sluts, those whores, would play no more.
Anne Sexton