BEAUTY
The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks.
Stories aren't the beauty of what did happen. They're the beauty of what could happen.
BEAUTY, BEAUTY OF WHAT DID HAPPEN
Beauty is an outward gift which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused.
Find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and dark which that thing provides.
Search for beauty without features, something deeper than any signs.
BEAUTY, SOMETIMES DEEPER THAN ANY SIGNS