Thursday, 11 June 2009

• Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.
  
  H. Jackson Brown Jr

   

   I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more love.
  
  Mother Teresa

   

  "My heart is a red rose. When happy, it sparkles brillianly. When sad it bleeds and forms a dark puddle under it. When my heart dies, the soft fragile petals fall. So you might want to put your rose in a vase."
  
  Claire Charmont

   

   

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