Anne Sexton Quotes About Lying

Quotes about: Lying

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

  Anne Sexton

  God, Lying, Evil

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

• And what of the dead? They lie without shoes in the stone boats. They are more like stone than the sea would be if it stopped. They refuse to be blessed, throat, eye and knucklebone.

  Anne Sexton

  Lying, Blessed, Eye

  Anne Sexton, Diane Wood Middlebrook, Diana Hume George (2000). “Selected Poems of Anne Sexton”, p.43, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• She suffers according to the digits of my hate. I hear the filaments of alabaster. I would lie down with them and lift my madness off like a wig. I would lie outside in a room of wool and let the snow cover me. Paris white or flake white or argentine, all in the washbasin of my mouth, calling “Oh.” I am empty. I am witless. Death is here. There is no other settlement.

  Anne Sexton

  Hate, Lying, Paris

  Anne Sexton, “Oh”

• The boys and girls are one tonight. They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies. They take off shoes. They turn off the light. The glimmering creatures are full of lies. They are eating each other. They are overfed. At night, alone, I marry the bed.

  Anne Sexton

  Girl, Lying, Boys

  Anne Sexton, Diane Wood Middlebrook, Diana Hume George (2000). “Selected Poems of Anne Sexton”, p.137, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• I said, the poets are there
  I hear them singing and lying
  around their round table
  and around me still.

  Anne Sexton

  Lying, Poetry, Singing

• Poets are sitting in my kitchen.
  Why do these poets lie?
  Why do children get children and
  Did you hear what it said?

  Anne Sexton

  Children, Lying, Poetry

  Anne Sexton, “Portrait Of An Old Woman On The College Tavern Wall”

• It's all a matter of history.
  Brandy is no solace.
  Librium only lies me down
  like a dead snow queen.
  Yes! I am still the criminal.

  Anne Sexton

  Depression, Queens, Lying

• When I lie down to love,
  old dwarf heart shakes her head.
  Like an imbecile she was born old.

  Anne Sexton

  Lying, Heart, Dwarves

  Anne Sexton, Diane Wood Middlebrook, Diana Hume George (2000). “Selected Poems of Anne Sexton”, p.50, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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