“Ever felt like a dirty, abandoned pavement, entirely filled with cracks of no particular nature? Because I’ve been feeling like this my entire life.”
— Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters
“Ever felt like a dirty, abandoned pavement, entirely filled with cracks of no particular nature? Because I’ve been feeling like this my entire life.”
— Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters
“I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly.”
— A Self-Portrait in Letters, Anne Sexton
“I feel that everywhere I go I could find a lover – and I do not want a lover. I want a friend.”
— Anne Sexton. from a letter to James Dickey featured in A Self-Portrait in Letters
“I feel that everywhere I go I could find a lover – and I do not want a lover. I want a friend.”
— Anne Sexton. from a letter to James Dickey featured in A Self-Portrait in Letters
“I think I am beginning to, and I do mean just beginning to find myself. You realize that I MUST find my own self and be something or someone, not necessarily in any concrete manner, but in a personal manner. However, I am growing and I am doing it alone, perhaps you feel excluded in this but it can only happen alone…”
— Anne Sexton - from A Self-Portrait in Letters
“I’m not in love with you but I seem to keep acting that way. If I ever figure it out I’ll let you know.”
— Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters
“Lust is so inadequate. And loving exhausts me.”
— Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters
“…the thing with October is, I think, it somehow gets in your very blood. Unapologetically. Almost ruthlessly.”