627 Quotes by Anne Sexton

My heart is on a budget. It keeps me on the brink.

I tell it stories now and then and feed it images like honey. I will not speculate today with poems that think they’re money.

Despite my asbestos gloves, the cough is filling me with black, and a red powder seeps through my veins...

Oh sharp diamond, my mother! I could not count the cost of all your faces, your moods that present that I lost. Sweet girl, my deathbed, my jewel-fingered lady...

Rejoice with the day lily for it is born for a day to live by the mailbox and glorify the roadside.

No one to hate except the slim fish of memory that slides in and out of my brain.

I 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.

There is no word for time. Today we will not think to number another summer or watch its white bird into the ground.

The joy that isn’t shared dies young.