“Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.”

We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.

Men can only think. Women have a way of understanding without thinking. Woman was created out of God’s own fancy. Man, He had to hammer into shape.

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

For we women are not only the deities of the household fire, but the flame of the soul itself.

Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.

I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.

The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.

On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.

Great calm, generous detachment, selfless love, disinterested effort: these are what make for success in life. If you can find peace in yourself and can spread comfort around you, you will be happier than an empress.

The biggest changes in a women’s nature are brought by love; in man, by ambition

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers, but to be fearless in facing them.

Most people believe the mind to be a mirror, more or less accurately reflecting the world outside them, not realizing on the contrary that the mind is itself the principal element of creation.

I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things

Just before darkness comes and light fades, those rare moments where magic is made.

Swallow darkness lock and throw away the key. Don’t allow it to ruin the sweet melody.

What is art without the human touch before it all gets dark.

Love is strange dark magic.

You’re uniquely you in every way in darkness is where we play.

As the last cold drops of rain splattered across my face; I watched the dark, ominous clouds fade away; undressing an amalgam of exquisite colors. My soul blushed. The rainbow was warm, beautiful, and poetic. Like a love letter from god.

She bloomed from the depths of darkness through the cracks she was brought to life by the sun.

He didn’t appreciate my light until he knew how dark it can get after the sun has set.