she wished there was some place where she could go to hum it out loud, some kind of music was too private to sing in a house cram full of people. it was funny, too, how lonesome a person could be in a crowded house.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, that’s what they say. It changes from person to person. Everybody has their own opinion and their own ideas of what beauty is. It’s got to come from the inside, it’s got to be personal. And if you are true and genuine, I find those beautiful.
I cling to Jesus with every fiber of my being because He is unfailing, He is absolute, He is steadfast and His grace is deeper and wider than my imagination can even fathom. In Him and Him alone is where I’ve discovered a hope more bright and beautiful than words can possibly describe.
It is three 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.
Anne Sexton, from a letter to Lois Ames dated 11 January 1969