Anne Sexton Quotes
''“Everyone in me is a birdAnne Sexton, Love Poems
I am beating all my wings”''
''“I am a collection of dismantled almosts.” ''Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters
''“Only my books anoint me,Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
and a few friends,
those who reach into my veins.” ''
''“Love? Be it man. Be it woman.Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
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 cant be planned, you just fall
into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.” ''
''“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 cant build little white picket fences to keep the nightmares out.” ''Anne Sexton
''“Do you like me?”Anne Sexton
Silence bounced, fell off his tongue
and sat between us
and clogged my throat.
It slaughtered my trust.
It tore cigarettes out of my mouth.
We exchanged blind words,
and I did not cry,
I did not beg,
but blackness filled my ears,
blackness lunged in my heart,
and something that had been good,
a sort of kindly oxygen,
turned into a gas oven.” ''
''“Perhaps I am no one.Anne Sexton
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.” ''
''“The joy that isnt shared dies young.” ''Anne Sexton
''“All day Ive builtAnne Sexton, The Complete Poems
a lifetime and now
the sun sinks to
undo it. ”''
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A Story For Rose On The Midnight Flight To Boston
Until tonight they were separate specialties,
different stories, the best of their own worst.
Riding my warm cabin home, I remember Betsy's
laughter; she laughed as you did, Rose, at the first
story. Someday, I promised her, I'll be someone
going somewhere and we plotted it in the humdrum
school for proper girls. The next April the plane
bucked me like a horse, my elevators turned
and fear blew down my throat, that last profane
gauge of a stomach coming up. And then returned
to land, as unlovely as any seasick sailor,
sincerely eighteen; my first ...
have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.
I have found the warm caves in the woods,