The face is a picture of the mind with the eyes as its interpreter. Marcus Tullius Cicero
I look alive, I’m dead insideMy heart has holes and black blood flows Song nu Hollywood Undead
A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it. It just blooms. Zen Shin.
The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose. Kahlil Gibran