It is nine at night. I have something to say. You are so valuable. You shine out. You are a magic star. You are a body of blood made beautiful... How I admire, sit back and adore you. How thirsty I am for that. How you feed me.
Quote from letter to Lois Ames (January 11, 1969) (Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters) by Anne Sexton in Popular Culture - Quote published by Gabrielle 3 months ago ()
I’m down here all alone, but as happy as a king — at least, as happy as some kings — at any rate I should think I’m about as happy as King Charles the First when he was in prison.
Quote from letter to Menella Wilcox (July 20, 1886) (A Selection From The Letters Of Lewis Carroll To His Child-Friends) by Lewis Carroll in Popular Culture - Quote published by Gabrielle 5 months ago ()
Quote from letter to William De Wit Snodgrass (April 1959) (Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters) by Anne Sexton in Popular Culture - Quote published by Gabrielle 5 months ago ()
I want to paint humanity, humanity and again humanity. I love nothing better than this series of bipeds, from the smallest baby in long clothes to Socrates, from the woman with the black hair with white skin to the one with golden hair and a brick-red sun-burnt face. Yet, how do I paint humanity? How do I depict the “eternal” Monet depicted in his landscapes? I will be forever straining into vagueness. For humanity changes. It dramatically, constantly evolves, and gives me no time to even begin.
Back in the day, they said I was beautiful. I ignored all fools; for I felt like a hollow nutcase anyway. Even if it was true, it did not work. You know what I mean. I was on the edge. I still am.
My conscience is tender towards the sky — towards infinity. And the sea; I’m burnt like grilled bone but the softness of the waves penetrates my entire being.
[M]y Solitude is sublime. Then instead of what I have described, there is a Sublimity to welcome me home--The roaring of the wind is my wife and the Stars through the windowpane are my Children. The mighty abstract Idea I have of Beauty in all things stifles the more divided and minute domestic happiness--an amiable wife and sweet Children I contemplate as a part of that Beauty. but I must have a thousand of those beautiful particles to fill up my heart. I feel more and more every day, as my imagination strengthens, that I do not live in this world alone but in a thousand worlds...
Quote from letter to George and Georgiana Keats (October 1818) (The Letters Of John Keats) by John Keats in Popular Culture - Quote published by Gabrielle 6 months ago ()
My name is Gabrielle and I am twenty-eight years old. I began to self-injure at age fifteen -- so nearly thirteen years minus a two year period. This website is one about self-injury (self-harm), made to let self-injurers know that they are not alone and to help their friends and family learn more about self-injury and how it affects their loved one.
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