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Anne Sexton Quotes - Page 5

Depression is boring, I think and I would do better to make some soup and light up the cave.

Anne Sexton (1974). “The death notebooks”, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt (HMH)

Yes, I know. Death sits with his key in my lock. Not one day is taken for granted. Even nursery rhymes have put me in hock.

Anne Sexton (1978). “Words for Dr. Y.: uncollected poems with three stories”, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt (HMH)

They [daisies] are my favorite flower. There is something innocent and vulnerable about them as if they thanked you for admiring them.

Anne Sexton, Linda Gray Sexton, Lois Ames (2004). “Anne Sexton: A Self-portrait in Letters”, p.374, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

I raise my pelvis to God so that it may know the truth of how flowers smash through the long winter.

Anne Sexton (1976). “45 Mercy Street”, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt (HMH)

Suddenly I'm not half the girl I used to be. There's a shadow hanging over me . . . From me to you out of my electric devil.

Anne Sexton, Diane Wood Middlebrook, Diana Hume George (2000). “Selected Poems of Anne Sexton”, p.260, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

The ground has on its clothes. The trees poke out of sheets and each branch wears the sock of God.

Anne Sexton (1975). “The Awful Rowing Toward God”, Boston : Houghton Mifflin

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

Anne Sexton (1975). “The Awful Rowing Toward God”, Boston : Houghton Mifflin

What a lay me down this is with two pink, two orange, two green, two white goodnights.

Anne Sexton, Diane Wood Middlebrook, Diana Hume George (2000). “Selected Poems of Anne Sexton”, p.115, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Everyone in me is a bird I am beating all my wings

Anne Sexton (1999). “Love Poems”, p.12, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

The silence is death. It comes each day with its shock to sit on my shoulder, a white bird, and peck at the black eyes and the vibrating red muscle of my mouth.

Anne Sexton, Diane Wood Middlebrook, Diana Hume George (2000). “Selected Poems of Anne Sexton”, p.181, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Jesus saw the multitudes were hungry and He said, Oh Lord, send down a short-order cook.

Anne Sexton, Diane Wood Middlebrook, Diana Hume George (2000). “Selected Poems of Anne Sexton”, p.195, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt