Anne Sexton Quotes

I'm as strong, strong as I can be, but ooh ooh ooh, baby you leave me weak.

Light on my heart, Light on my feet, Light in your eyes, I can't even speak Do you even know, How you make me weak

There was a time when you would have taken my heart with stake or gun. Now you have taken it with these delicate hands and the scent of your body." - Jean-Claude

Wherever your heart rests There I will live and be blessed I've tried to line up the things I Needed to say but now my feelings just Tumble from me. I am half foolish, Half drunk with wanting you With wanting to take your hand And leap into the darkness of whatever Life will bring. Love makes me Brave and without love I'm made Nothing.

She hoped he was running to his red deer woman, and that when he tapped on the door of her heart, she'd open it wide and let him in.

I have legs of iron, but to tell you the truth, they're starting to rust and buckle a bit.

A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.

Old age and sickness bring out the essential characteristics of a man.

The human heart is as a frail craft on which we wish to reach the stars.

The word that scares the hell out of me is 'frail.' I don't want to be frail.

All of us have a romantic streak in us. That's why we are fallible, aren't we?

I'm only a human being. I'm not a robot.

Your skin upon my skin, in the beating of our hearts, may the living let us in, before the dead tear us apart.

Are you hurting anywhere else?" I asked, feeling so emotionally raw after the long night we'd had. He caught my wrist and pulled my hand down to press flat over his heart. "Here." "So am I." He kissed my fingertips, then linked our hands and led me.

Tenderness is a deeper instinct than seduction, which is why it is so hard to give up hope.

Don't you see what's happened? You wanted to be in love again. To feel that feeling where a man you hardly know gazes into your eyes and seems to be the only human being who ever understood the real you.

I have been wandering to find him and my happiness is so great that it even weakens me like a wound. And this is the marvel of marvels, that he called me Beloved, me who am but as a dog.

To want is to have a weakness.

Old men, what are they? Fast fading the leaf, Three-footed they walk, yet frail as a child, As a dream set afloat in the daylight.

I don't have the strength to stay away from you anymore

I felt that thread that had come between us, tugging, tugging at my heart - so hard, it hurt me. A hundred times I almost rose, almost went in to her; a hundred times I thought, Go to her! Why are you waiting? Go back to her side! But every time, I thought of what would happen if I did. I knew that I couldn't lie beside her, without wanting to touch her. I couldn't have felt her breath upon my mouth, without wanting to kiss her. And I couldn't have kissed her, without wanting to save her.

Come away with me, Astrid. (Zarek) Why should I? (Astrid) Because I love you, and even if I’m lying on the sun itself I’ll be freezing there without you. I need my star so that I can hear laughter. (Zarek)

It was the first time I had ever made love. I wondered if he knew that. It felt like crying. I wondered, Why does anyone ever make love?