Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.
To love is human. To feel pain is human. Yet to still love despite the pain is pure angel.
There is none dwelling in the house but God. When a man is awakened he melts and perishes.
The work of magic is this, that it breathes and at every breath transforms realities.
Every moment, a voice, out of this world, calls on our soul, to wake up and rise.
Youโre a song, a wished-for song.