“The sadness in her eyes was more beautiful than any sunrise.”

Let me show you just how bad good love can be.

I fear I am and will always be the river emptying into your sea.

I was perfect until I broke.

You only knew the parts of me you accepted in yourself.

I am so sorry; you see, I wanted to love you, but I had to be free.

My darling, how lonely it is to love you.

You were a nightmare I never wanted to wake up from.

I am jealous of the wind because she gets to touch you.

I would die for you it’s true if I could only learn how to breathe around you.

I want to catch snowflakes on your tongue.

Formless I take shape beneath your fingertips.

You told me you were only human. What I wish I had told you was that I was looking for humane.

Your lies were my only refuge from my truth.

Bring me stillness this is what I crave.

She mistook the danger signals in her belly for butterflies.

Give me a life or give me death, but not this.

Beauty is no handicap if you don’t think about it.

Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical.

Thanks Darling for the beautiful flowers and all the prayers. Now can you just get my puppy past security?

If you can learn to use your mind as well as your powder puff, you will become more truly beautiful.

We may say that life has borrowed from inanimate processes the same basic mechanism used in producing those striking structures that are crystals, with their beautiful plane faces.

Being beautiful can never hurt, but you have to have more. You have to sparkle, you have to be fun, you have to make your brain work if you have one.

It was terribly beautiful to Tess today, for since her eyes last fell upon it she had learnt that the serpent hisses where the sweet birds sing.

I am lucky. I had a very beautiful mother.