“As we grow old, the beauty steals inward.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson Quote

As we grow old, the beauty steals inward.

A sect or party is an elegant incognito devised to save a man from the vexation of thinking.

The ancestor of every action is a thought.

I like the silent church before the service begins, better than any preaching.

There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.

There's no such thing is aging, but maturing and knowledge. It's beautiful, I call that beauty.

This is the beauty of the Qur'an: it asks you to reflect and reason, and not to worship the sun or moon but the One who has created everything. The Qur'an asks man to reflect upon the sun and moon and God's creation in general.

Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.

By the time I was a teen, I was an expert at scanning people's faces, always in search of eyes like mine. I devoured glossy magazines, ever mindful of the language we used to talk about beauty. The sections on how to apply makeup intrigued me most precisely because their audience never included me.