Wicked men obey from fear; good men, from love.
For though we love both the truth and our friends, piety requires us to honor the truth first.
Love is composed of single soul inhabiting two bodies.
To love someone is to identify with them.
No one loves the man whom he fears.
Sympathy, love, fortune… We all have these qualities but still tend to not use them!
Everyone has inside of him a piece of good news. The good news is that you don’t know how great you can be! How much you can love! What you can accomplish! And what your potential is!
And I can fight only for something that I love, love only what I respect, and respect only what I at least know.
Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is art.
It’s hard to combine a simple life with a love of aesthetics.
Your eyes are like oceans and I’m slowly drowning in them.
There are billions of stars in the sky yet your smile shines the brightest.
In a room full of art, I would still stare at you.
You are more than just a heartbeat in a world that forgets to love.
You’re as beautiful as a rose.
My parents warned me about the drugs in the streets but never the ones with big brown eyes and a heartbeat.
You’re shining like fireworks in my sad empty town.
Next time you think of beautiful things, don’t forget to count yourself in.
Happiness looks gorgeous on you.
You are beautiful. You might not see it but I do.