Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.

Rebellion without truth is like spring in a bleak, arid desert.

Solitude is a silent storm that breaks down all our dead branches; yet it sends our living roots deeper into the living heart of the living earth.

The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose.

Beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.

When you feel Jealousy is a sign that Love should have each other

Love that is cleansed by tears will remain eternally pure and beautiful.