“Crystals melt under high temperature and I still wonder what kind of rock your heart was that my love couldn’t shrink it.”

And I would lie on your chest for hours and dream about the world in your arms but your thoughts were in another world.

Don’t believe everything you hear about me, who can speak louder than me, wearing your last name instead of mine.

Women don’t need protection from men, they need men not to hurt them in the first place.

Treat your thoughts carefully, they are the crown that you carry on your head.

Our love was pregnant with the future, but we were too young to carry it.

The chance to see you again is 1 in 8 billion but so was the first time.

Sometimes all you need is a little madness to speak your mind…

Honey, you are so sweet that I suspect you want to poison me.

Violet is the color of the deepest dreams the synonym of too much love. Violet is the pain we willingly let in and the promises we’ll never break.

I am a makeup artist; I make up the world to look better to me.

I no longer wonder what you are doing now I just know you exist and I hope you haven’t unlearnt the way we used to vibrate towards each other without words.

From all the flowers on the earth, she preferred to be a cactus-to bloom for the one, to push away the rest.

I asked god, “why do we sin?” God replied, “The roses in the garden smell delightfully, but in your vase, they rot, just like people in conditions that don’t belong to them.”

We loved each other when trusting was a threat.

When you find your purpose, all your pieces suddenly become functional, even the broken ones.

How can we love the world if we can’t tolerate our own mistakes.

This Christmas I am soft snow, the crystallized flakes. I am fire in the chimney and the warmth in lights.

I call “crystallization” that action of the mind that discovers fresh perfections in its beloved at every turn of events.

When you rest into this stillness, into nothingness, you see clearly that this YOU is already a gem, a shining crystal manifesting from moment to moment.

In a state of grace, the soul is like a well of limpid water, from which flow only streams of clearest crystal. Its works are pleasing both to God and man, rising from the River of Life, beside which it is rooted like a tree.

I’m into crystals and good energy and harnessing more. It’s just like prayer. It helps you be grateful, think about good things, and keep that positive energy around you.

Crystals reveal their hidden structures only when broken.

The magic is inside you. there ain’t no crystal ball.

Crystals are living beings at the beginning of creation.