“Every leaf, every shrub knows the state of my heart; the flower alone does not know, though the whole garden knows.”

You appeared before me and I lost my senses; you parted me even from my own self.

My existence is like a bubble; all this display is but a mirage.

This is only the beginning of love — why do you weep? Wait and watch what is yet to come.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

I have an everyday religion that works for me. Love yourself first, and everything else falls into line.

I am like a falling star who has finally found her place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever.