Beauty is certainly a soft, smooth, slippery thing, and therefore of a nature which easily slips in and permeates our souls.
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
Look beyond the naked eye and you will see the beauty of one's soul, and the true essence of who they really are.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen nor even touched, but just felt in the heart.
One of the most beautiful qualities of true friendship is to understand and to be understood.
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.
Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.
Love is when the soul starts to sing and the flowers of your life bloom on their own.