627 Quotes by Anne Sexton

Now I am going back And I have ripped my hand From your hand as I said I would And I have made it this far ...

And within the house ashes are being stuffed into my marriage, fury is lapping the walls, dishes crack on the shelves, a strangler needs my throat, the daughter has ceased to eat anything....

All I am is the trick of words writing themselves.

the marriage twists, holds firm, a sailor's knot.

I think it will be a miracle if I don't someday end up killing myself.

My husband sings Baa Baa black sheep and we pretend that all's certain and good, that the marriage won't end.

I hoard books. They are people who do not leave.

I am tearing the feathers out of the pillows, waiting, waiting for Daddy to come home and stuff me so full of our infected child that I turn invisible, but married, at last.

Poetry is my life, my postmark, my hands, my kitchen, my face.