Beauty is certainly a soft, smooth, slippery thing, and therefore of a nature which easily slips in and permeates our souls.
Look beyond the naked eye and you will see the beauty of one's soul, and the true essence of who they really are.
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
Another reason why we must love our enemies is that hate scars the soul and distorts the personality.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Love is when the soul starts to sing and the flowers of your life bloom on their own.
All we have, it seems to me, is the beauty of art and nature and life, and the love which that beauty inspires.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
If he loved you with all the power of his soul for a whole lifetime, he couldn’t love you as much as I do in a single day.
What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined to strengthen each other and to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
I will love the sun for it warms my soul. I will love the rain for it cleanses my spirit. I will love the light, for it shows me the way. But I love you most, for you are my dream come true.