Happiness is a vine that takes root and grows within the heart, never outside it.
I do not want you to hear that I LOVE you, but I want you to feel it without me having to say.
A look which reveals inward stress adds more beauty to the face, no matter how much tragedy and pain it bespeaks; but the face which, in silence, does not announce hidden mysteries is not beautiful, regardless of the symmetry of its features.
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.