627 Quotes by Anne Sexton

The grass as bristly and stout as chives and me wondering when the ground will break and me wondering how anything fragile survives.

One thing I know about death is that it touches my psyche and mumbles in her magnificently unknown words; it floats within me and wanders through my bones every day.

Poems reach me, and hold me, and give me pleasure.

If you meet a cross-eyed person you must plunge into the grass, alongside the chilly ants, fish through the green fingernails and come up with the four-leaf clover...

How you choose to lose yourself matters. Trust me, it’s all in the ‘how’. It matters a lot.

My heart cracked like a doll-dish...

How are you? How is your wonderful bathroom? How are the books you read and the things you think? Your dogs and their lives? The weather? Your feelings?

The trouble is that I am crazy and the room, ah, my own room drinks me.

A good mixture of nothing and everything is eating up my head alive.