“Whenever you’re feeling lonely or sad, try going to the loft on a beautiful day and looking outside.”

I love you, with a love so great that it simply couldn’t keep growing inside my heart, but had to leap out and reveal itself in all its magnitude.

Whoever is happy will make others happy.

I don’t want to have lived in vain like most people. I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I’ve never met. I want to go on living even after my death!

Don’t be too assuming, it doesn’t get you anywhere.

Misfortunes never come singly.

Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.

I don’t think of all the misery, but of the beauty that still remains.

People can tell you to keep your mouth shut, but that doesn’t stop you from having your own opinion.

I feel more of a person than a child, I feel quite indepedent of anyone.

People can so easily be tempted by slackness and by money.

I know what I want, I have a goal, an opinion, I have a religion and love. Let me be myself and then I am satisfied. I know that I’m a woman, a woman with inward strength and plenty of courage.

Ordinary people simply don’t know what books mean to us, shut up here. Reading, learning, and the radio are our amusements.

Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness.

Where there’s hope, there’s life. It fills us with fresh courage and makes us strong again.

You can always give something, even if it is only kindness.

I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.

A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.

Joy and sorrow, beauty and deformity, equally pass away.

This is beautiful indeed; the colored people have given this to the head of the government, and that government once sanctioned laws that would not permit its people to learn enough to enable them to read this book.

People are beautifully made just like flowers in the garden!

Nature, like a loving mother, is ever trying to keep land and sea, mountain and valley, each in its place, to hush the angry winds and waves, balance the extremes of heat and cold, of rain and drought, that peace, harmony and beauty may reign supreme.

The beauty and magic is always in the effort. Today, give yourself some credit for meeting the universe half way.

Beautiful leaving (hajr), is to leave without harming, beautiful pardoning is to pardon without rebuking, and beautiful patience is to be patient without complaining.

Love is beautiful only when you are secretly loved by a stranger.