I was dead, then alive. Weeping, then laughing. The power of love came into me, and I became fierce like a lion, then tender like the evening star.
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.
Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love.
Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.
Late have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient and ever new! Late have I loved you! And, behold, you were within me, and I out of myself, and there I searched for you.
Love God, then do what you will.
You are your best thing.
To love another person is to see the face of God.
The salvation of man is through love and in love.
I may not be perfect, but I’m always me.
I’m no beauty queen, I’m just beautiful me.
You have every right to a beautiful life.
Be happy with being you. Love your flaws. Own your quirks. And know that you are just as perfect as anyone else, exactly as you are.
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
If you feel beautiful, then you are. Even if you don’t, you still are.
You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful.
The heart wants what it wants.
I’m waiting for my princess to come. I just have to be patient.
Only in love are unity and duality not in conflict.
Love loves to love love.