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. Anne Sexton More Quotes by Anne Sexton More Quotes From Anne Sexton 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. Anne Sexton faultslifepeople 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. Anne Sexton heartlovefall Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard. Anne Sexton beautifulinspirationallife I am a collection of dismantled almosts. Anne Sexton imperfectionwho-i-ampersonality As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love. Anne Sexton concealedhas-beenssaid ...became a woman who learned her own skin and dug into her soul and found it full. Anne Sexton skinssoulfound 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. Anne Sexton prayerlove-isfall 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. Anne Sexton mapskindmind Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery. Anne Sexton open-heartsurgeryheart I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity that makes the sickness worse. Anne Sexton crazykindknowing 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. Anne Sexton husbandwhitechildren I cannot walk an inch / without trying to walk to God. Anne Sexton inchesgodtrying My ideas are a curse. Anne Sexton springinspirationalorder The stars are pears Anne Sexton pearsstars Let God be some tribal female who is known but forbidden. Anne Sexton femalegodletting-go The joy that isn't shared dies young. Anne Sexton inner-peacejoyhappiness To tell the truth Anne Sexton sizecompanytelling-the-truth It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was. Anne Sexton fathers-daydaughterdeath There is rust in my mouth,the stain of an old kiss. Anne Sexton rustkissingmouths We are all writing God's poem. Anne Sexton godwriting
