627 Quotes by Anne Sexton

Someone is dead. Even the trees know it, those poor old dancers who come on lewdly, all pea-green scarfs and spine pole.

There is hope. There is hope everywhere. Today God give milk and I have the pail.

It is a dead heart. It is inside of me. It is a stranger yet once it was agreeable, opening and closing like a clam.

Love your self’s self where it lives.

It was as if a morning-glory had bloomed in her throat, and all that blue and small pollen ate into my heart, violent and religious.

I put the gold star up in the front window beside the flag. Alterations is what I know and what I did: hems, gussets and seams.

I, in my brand new body, which was not a woman’s yet, told the stars my questions and thought God could really see the heat and the painted light, elbows, knees, dreams, goodnight.

Rocks crumble, make new forms, oceans move the continents, mountains rise up and down like ghosts yet all is natural, all is change.

Today is made of yesterday, each time I steal toward rites I do not know, waiting for the lost ingredient, as if salt or money or even lust would keep us calm and prove us whole at last.