Even the most beautiful girl in the world becomes unsightly without depth of character.

Nature alone can speak to our intelligence an imperishable language, never changing, because it remains within the bounds of eternal truth and of what is absolutely noble and beautiful.

She had never looked as well. She had entered her room as just an impossibly lovely girl. The woman who emerged was a trifle thinner, a great deal wiser, an ocean sadder. This one understood the nature of pain, and beneath the glory of her features, there was character, and a sure knowledge of suffering.

To say she was attractive would be an understatement. Calling her 'attractive' would be like calling the Taj Mahal a marble grave.

If a rainbow makes a sound, or a flower as it grows, that was the sound of her laughter.

Every soul is beautiful and precious; is worthy of dignity and respect, and deserving of peace, joy and love.

I'LL LET YOU FREE IN MY NEVERLAND.

If only you could be yourself.' they shouted. So, she did. 'You are not like me or anyone I have met!' they screamed. So, she blended. 'You are so fake.' they laughed. So, the caterpillar retreated to her cocoon to find peace alone. One day, they came to find her gone. She left a message, “God knew I was different and gave me these beautiful wings because he meant for me to fly. You see...I wasn’t meant to be like you. I was meant to be me--better.

Life is beauty simply breathing.

Five minutes after something happened might not be the best time for you to get into your Facebook and tell everybody. Men's panic does not produce God's power.