Of course I want to look nice and have a good appearance, but more than the outer shell, I want people to want to be around me for my heart.

I like to feel blonde all over.

If what others said or did lined up with God's Word, then that was the first test. The second was in motives. Watching a person's actions and seeing what was most important to them and their desired end result would help her judge their motives. People who were truly determined to give of themselves and be servants of God would always do so in such a way that was never to their own glory.

You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it's better to listen to what it has to say. That way, you'll never have to fear an unanticipated blow.

Fashion is merely a saying: I belong to your world. I'm wearing the same uniform as your army, so don't shoot.

Avoid those who seek friends in order to maintain a certain social status or to open doors they would not otherwise be able to approach.

I want to be someone capable of seeing the unseen faces, of seeing those who do not seek fame or glory, who silently fulfil the role life has given them. I want to be able to do this because the most important things, those that shape our existence, are precisely the ones that never show their faces.

If you're a nobody, if your work has no impact, then it deserves to be praised. If, however, you climb out of that state of mediocrity and are a success, then your defying 'the law' and deserve to be punished.

Beauty is present in all creation, but the danger lies in the fact that we allow ourselves to be influenced by what people think. We deny our own beauty because others can't or won't recognize it. We try to imitate what we see around us. We try to be what other people think of as 'pretty' & little by little, our soul fades. We forget the world is what we imagine it to be. We stop being the sun and become, instead, the pool of water reflecting it.

one cannot judge the beauty of a path merely by looking at its entrance.

You are born, go to school, and attend university in search of a husband. You get married - even if he is the worse man in the world - just so that others can't say no one wants you. You have children, grow old, and spend the end of your days watching passersby from a chair on the sidewalk, pretending to know everything about life yet unable to silence the voice in your heart that says: You could try something else.

Am I cured?" "No. You're someone who is different, but who wants to be the same as everyone else. And that, in my view, is a serious illness.