Top 346 Quotes & Sayings by Anne Sexton

Explore popular quotes and sayings by an American poet Anne Sexton.
Last updated on November 4, 2024.
Anne Sexton

Anne Sexton was an American poet known for her highly personal, confessional verse. She won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1967 for her book Live or Die. Her poetry details her long battle with depression, suicidal tendencies, and intimate details from her private life, including relationships with her husband and children, whom it was later alleged she physically and sexually assaulted.

The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that's saying a lot.
I want to be a child and not a mother, and I feel guilty about this.
Until I was twenty-eight, I had a kind of buried self who didn't know she could do anything but make white sauce and diaper babies. I didn't know I had any creative depths.
My mother was top billing in our house. — © Anne Sexton
My mother was top billing in our house.
Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.
Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.
These poets (fans of whatever) should be contacting other young poets on their way - not those who have made it, who sit on a star and then have plenty of problems: usually no money, usually the fear their own writing is going down the sink hole.
I was trying my damnedest to lead a conventional life, for that was how I was brought up, and it was what my husband wanted of me. But one can't build little white picket fences to keep nightmares out.
Before I was married, I had never washed one dish or seen how you fried an egg or baking a potato.
God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer.
God owns heaven but He craves the earth.
Need is not quite belief.
I was a victim of the American Dream, the bourgeois, middle-class dream. All I wanted was a little piece of life, to be married, to have children.
Even though I'm often crazy - and I am, and I know it - still I fight it because I know how sterile, how futile, how bleak... nothing grows from it, and you, meanwhile, only grow into it like a snail.
I am not immortal. Faustus and I are the also-ran. — © Anne Sexton
I am not immortal. Faustus and I are the also-ran.
I wrote some serious stuff in high school; however, I hadn't been exposed to any of the major poets, not even the minor ones... I read nothing but Sara Teasdale.
In a dream you are never eighty.
I said to my doctor at the beginning, 'I'm no good; I can't do anything. I'm dumb.' He suggested I try educating myself by listening to Boston's educational TV station. He said I had a perfectly good mind.
Live or die, but don't poison everything.
It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.
Even without wars, life is dangerous.
Madness is a waste of time. It creates nothing.
Most poets are mad. It doesn't qualify us for anything.
The joy that isn't shared dies young.
Death's in the good-bye.
Cinderella and the prince lived, they say, happily ever after, like two dolls in a museum case never bothered by diapers or dust, never arguing over the timing of an egg, never telling the same story twice.
I try to take care and be gentle to them. Words and eggs must be handled with care. Once broken they are impossible things to repair.
Images are the heart of poetry ... You're not a poet without imagery.
Don't bite till you know if it's bread or stone.
There is rust in my mouth,the stain of an old kiss.
Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.
Our eyes are full of terrible confessions.
Love? Be it man. Be it woman. It must be a wave you want to glide in on, give your body to it, give your laugh to it, give, when the gravelly sand takes you, your tears to the land. To love another is something like prayer and can't be planned, you just fall into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.
The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not.
Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.
One can't build little white picket fences to keep nightmares out.
All I wanted was a little piece of life, to be married, to have children.... I was trying my damnedest to lead a conventional life, for that was how I was brought up, and it was what my husband wanted of me. But one can't build little white picket fences to keep the nightmares out.
Rocks crumble, make new forms, oceans move the continents, mountains rise up and down like ghosts yet all is natural, all is change.
Those moments before a poem comes, when the heightened awareness comes over you, and you realize a poem is buried there somewhere, you prepare yourself. I run around, you know, kind of skipping around the house, marvelous elation. It’s as though I could fly.
As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love. — © Anne Sexton
As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.
Be careful of words, / ... they can be both daisies and bruises.
Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen.
I am so imperfect, can you love me when really my soul is deformed? Will you love me anyhow?
All day I've built a lifetime and now the sun sinks to undo it.
We are all writing God's poem.
I'm hunting for the truth. It might be a kind of poetic truth, and not just a factual one, because behind everything that happens to you, there is another truth, a secret life.
I'm the crazy one who thinks that words reach people.
I would like a simple life / yet all night I am laying / poems away in a long box.
The sanest thing in this world is love.
I am in my own mind. 
 I am locked in the wrong house. — © Anne Sexton
I am in my own mind. I am locked in the wrong house.
I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is.
I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.
I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity that makes the sickness worse.
Only my books anoint me, and a few friends, those who reach into my veins.
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.
All I am is the trick of words writing themselves.
My ideas are a curse. They spring from a radical discontent with the awful order of things. I play clown. I play carpenter. I play nurse. I play witch.
I am a collection of dismantled almosts.
...became a woman who learned her own skin and dug into her soul and found it full.
A woman / who loves a woman / is forever young.
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