627 Quotes by Anne Sexton

Depression is boring, I thinkand I would do better to makesome soup and light up the cave.

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.

exI feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.

God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. They became stone. My body became a side of mutton and despair roamed the slaughterhouse.

Yes I try to kill myself in small amounts, an innocuous occupation. Actually I’m hung up on it.

Death, I need my little addiction to you. I need that tiny voice who, even as I rise from the sea, all woman, all there, says kill me, kill me.

Sun, you hammer of yellow, you hat on fire, you honeysuckle mama, pour your blonde on me! Let me laugh for an entire hour at your supreme being, your Cadillac stuff, because I've come a long way from Brussels sprouts. 

A woman like that is misunderstood.I have been her kind.

This is the desk I sit atand this is the desk where I love you too muchand this is the typewriter that sits before mewhere yesterday only your body sat before me