“The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.”

There is nothing that can equal the treasure of so many shared memories.

Love consists of not looking each other in the eye, but of looking outwardly in the same direction.

I fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things.

Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young.

True love begins when nothing is looked for in return.

But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.

I remembered the fox. One runs the risk of crying a bit if one allows oneself to be tamed.

How could drops of water know themselves to be a river? Yet the river flows on.

Real love begins where nothing is expected in return.

Language is the source of misunderstandings.

In every crowd are certain persons who seem just like the rest, yet they bear amazing messages.

He who never says “no” is no true man.

Friendship is born from an identity of spiritual goals – from common navigation toward a star.

Make your life a dream, and a dream a reality.

And at night I love to listen to the stars. It is like five hundred million little bells.

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.

Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.

I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy.

The power of finding beauty in the humblest things makes home happy and life lovely.

It’s her black wings that make her beautiful.

I was born to chase peace and love wild things. I was born a beautiful bohemian paradox.

I know a beautiful soul when I feel one. The empath in me honors the authentic in you.

It is on this beautiful day that we celebrate the Fuhrers birthday and thank him for he is the only reason why Germany is still alive today

You load your words as I bare my chest, and this will be the most beautiful death.