"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. No answers, darling. At all."
Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters. (via mofobian)
It has been written in many tongues that all that we are is the result of what we have thought; that as we sow, so shall we reap, and as we subjectively imagine and love, so shall we spiritually inherit and be. Mind, being the atmosphere of the Soul, must of a necessity cause in time a production of like effects. Man, therefore, stands in the greatest need of creating higher atmospheres of thought. If we are wrapped continually in the brightness of the greatest good and our better selves, we lay down all our littleness and selfish ways, and, in that wide glory of our waking dreams, float in that invisible Spirit of surrounding good, from which all Truth, Love, Wisdom, and Beauty come; while now shines out of our daily lives a fire of new light clothed in Eternal Truth. Dear reader, if you will open the portals of your Soul, you would see that all Truth and Hope are From Within, and not in the external things.