Gentle Quotes

She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderess, a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares nothing for rules or customs. 'Time' for her isn’t something to fight against. Her life flows clean, with passion, like fresh water.

You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.

When she was a child, my love carried a road-map in her hand the way other girls carried handkerchiefs. She always knew the way. Her feet were little wings. And her beautiful head was a compass.

She called herself Europa, and wandered the world from girlhood till death. She believed only in her life and in her dreams. She called herself Europa, and her god was Beauty.

Your whispers are gentle echoes that sway ardent winds of harmony and in the symphony of life each word is wrapped in rhapsody... Dance with me within the wind... Let me love You...

Remember to say what you mean, but don't say it meanly.

I’m just a girl, Mom.”
“You are a woman, Andria. You are wise. You are gentle. You are bold. You are both a guiding light and a source of raging fire. That is what women are. How is our kingdom supposed to understand that, before you do?

the voice of beauty speaks softly; it creeps only into the most fully awakened souls

The most irresistible beauty is the radiant glow from a kind and gentle heart.

Beauty should be the goal of your communication. Learn to speak with godly wisdom.

Leave it to a dude to roll in with your technique, but use a jackhammer instead of jeweler’s screwdrivers.

Killing a cruelty is not a cruelty.

You need not to love everyone, but you need to be polite with everyone, people will appreciate your politeness more than your love, because politeness is sweeter than love.

...I pray this winter be gentle and kind - a season of rest from the wheel of the mind...

When she was a child,
my love carried a road map in her hand
the way other girls carried handkerchiefs.

Sometimes its not the strength but gentleness that cracks the hardest shells.

A friend is the wax that keeps the flame lit, an enemy is the wind that blows it out.

I do not blame him
for not knowing
the gentleness of my soul.

When I only showed him,
how violently
I loved.

I know a girl from whose body sunbeams rose to the clouds as if they’d fallen from the sun.
Her laugh was like a bangle of bells.
“Your hair is wet,” I told her one day, “Did you take a bath?”
“It is dew!” she laughed, “I’ve been lying in the grass. All morning long, I lay here waiting for the dawn.