Trust in the magic flowing through your heart to your hands.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Believe in yourself! Have faith in your abilities! Without a humble but reasonable confidence in your own powers you cannot be successful or happy.
I love you neither with my heart, nor with my mind. My heart might stop, my mind can forget. I love you with my soul because my soul never stops or forgets.
True love is when you touch with your spirit, and in return, they touch your soul with their heart. Happy Valentine's Day!
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen nor even touched, but just felt in the heart.
Another reason why we must love our enemies is that hate scars the soul and distorts the personality.
Beauty is certainly a soft, smooth, slippery thing, and therefore of a nature which easily slips in and permeates our souls.
Love is when the soul starts to sing and the flowers of your life bloom on their own.