627 Quotes by Anne Sexton

To tell the truth days are all the same size and words aren’t much company.

There is an animal inside me, clutching fast to my heart, a huge crab.

I am younger each year at the first snow. When I see it, suddenly, in the air, all little and white and moving; then I am in love again and very young and I believe everything.

I love the word warm. It is almost unbearable – so moist and breathlike.

When they turn the sun on again I’ll plant children under it, I’ll light up my soul with a match and let it sing...

Father, you died once, salted down at fifty-nine, packed down like a big snow angel, wasn’t that enough?

Evil is maybe lying to God. Or better, lying to love.

We are all writing God’s poem.

Everyone has left me except my muse, that good nurse. She stays in my hand, a mild white mouse.