A Quote by Anne Sexton

The little girl skipped by under the wrinkled oak leaves and held fast to a replica of herself. — © Anne Sexton
The little girl skipped by under the wrinkled oak leaves and held fast to a replica of herself.
Wrinkled, wrinkled little star... hope they never see the scars.
"You look different now. Like a proper little girl," (said Gendry.) "I look like an oak tree, with all these stupid acorns," (said Arya.) "Nice, though. A nice oak tree. [...] You even smell nice for a change."
When we shout at the oak tree, the oak tree is not offended. When we praise the oak tree, it doesn't raise its nose. We can learn the Dharma from the oak tree; therefore, the oak tree is part of our Dharmakaya. We can learn from everything that is around, that is in us.
I was the girl of the chain letter, the girl full of talk of coffins and keyholes, the one of the telephone bills, the wrinkled photo and the lost connections.
If organized religion has become less relevant, it's not because churches have held fast to their creedal beliefs - it's because they've held fast to their conventional structures, programs, roles and routines.
Plainly, she is quite besotted by him,... a girl, a young girl, and she is falling in love for the first time in her life. ...little Kitty Howard at a loss, stumbling in her speech, blushing like a rose, thinking of someone else and not herself is to see a girl become a woman.
Tell it fast before you get scared and silence yourself. You'll never wish you'd held back a little more.
Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut, that held its ground.
Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.
You never quite know what you do in life that leaves a seed behind that grows into an oak tree.
An oak tree is an oak tree. That is all it has to do. If an oak tree is less than an oak tree, then we are all in trouble.
I'm an actor who they said was wrinkled and balding and everything else when I was in my early 30's. Most of the people who wrote that who thought they were younger than me are now bald and wrinkled.
The turkey oak can grow practically submerged within the wetlands of Mississippi, its leaves soft as a newborn's skin.
Stand for something or you will fall for anything. Today's mighty oak is yesterday's nut that held its ground.
It's an obstacle being a girl when you move all over and don't have half the things you need. It's like everything is wrinkled in your life.
Long cold nights mark November's return, grey rains fall, wind walks in the bronze oak leaves.
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