Physical beauty wasn't the same as True Beauty, any more than pretty ugly meant truly ugly or Magnetic North meant True North.
Like world describers before me, those mapmakers in the seventeenth centure, I had laid down my first faintly drawn border. With that one tentative mark, my world expanded by a few freeing degrees.
Getting lost is just another way of saying 'going exploring.
Beauty--real everlasting beauty--lives not on our faces, but in our attitude and our actions. It lives in what we do for ourselves and for others.
To dream is to starve doubt, feed hope.
He knew me in all the ways that truly mattered: the shape of my fears, the contours of my dreams.