Quote

stop the darkness and its amputations and find the real McCoy in the private holiness of my hands.

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
Private
Darkness
Stop
Hands
Find
Real
Mccoy
Amputation
Holiness

More quotes by Anne Sexton

Image
I would like to bury all the hating eyes under the sand somewhere.
Anne Sexton
Image
I am teaching... This year it's kind of like having a love affair with a rhinoceros.
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
... a starving man doesn't ask what the meal is.
Anne Sexton
Image
The little girl skipped by under the wrinkled oak leaves and held fast to a replica of herself.
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
You cutting the lawn, fixing the machines, all this leprous day and then more vodka, more soda and the pond forgiving our bodies, the pond sucking out the throb.
Anne Sexton
Image
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
Image
And tonight our skin, our bones, that have survived our fathers, will meet, delicate in the hold, fastened together in an intricate lock. Then one of us will shout, My need is more desperate! and I will eat you slowly with kisses even though the killer in you has gotten out.
Anne Sexton
Image
And the aura of you remains, remains, remains...
Anne Sexton
Image
I suffer for birds and fireflies but not frogs, she said, and threw him across the room. Kaboom! Like a genie out of a samovar, a handsome prince arose in the corner of the bedroom.
Anne Sexton
Image
The silence is death. It comes each day with its shock to sit on my shoulder, a white bird, and peck at the black eyes and the vibrating red muscle of my mouth.
Anne Sexton
Image
I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.
Anne Sexton
Image
My business is words. Words are like labels, or coins, or better, like swarming bees.
Anne Sexton
Image
I wonder if the artist ever lives his life--he is so busy recreating it.
Anne Sexton
Image
All I wanted was a little piece of life, to be married, to have children.... I was trying my damnedest to lead a conventional life, for that was how I was brought up, and it was what my husband wanted of me. But one can't build little white picket fences to keep the nightmares out.
Anne Sexton
Image
I've grown tired of love You are the trouble with me I watch you walk right by
Anne Sexton
Image
It is June. I am tired of being brave.
Anne Sexton
Image
Father, you died once, salted down at fifty-nine, packed down like a big snow angel, wasn't that enough?
Anne Sexton
Image
Our eyes are full of terrible confessions.
Anne Sexton