The beauty I am searching for is inside, sometimes hidden by
atrocities...that beauty that no eye, no finger will ever be
able to perceive...that beauty that time is the only one
able to preserve...that beauty that is only released by
the heart...the rest slowly but surely perishes and is
therefore no good to me at all.
--Philippe Fichot
Philippe Fichot ~
Such a beautiful writing. It touches inside.
It speaks volumes...
I am going to frame this pearl.
Thank you.