The mirror of the heart must be clear, so you can discern the ugly from the beautiful.
The testing of good and bad is in order that the gold may boil and bring the scum to the top.
My lips got lost on the way to the kiss - that's how drunk I was.
Every love outside of HIS love, is pain.
Whatever you know, or donโt - only Love is real.
Keep on knocking 'til the joy inside opens a window look to see who's there