“I turned away from him, the hot blood still coursing through my veins. I gripped the door handle, and it molded like… — Michael Corso Copy Share Image
Never be the hand that crushes the flower,but be the crushed flower which leaves a fragrance in the hand that crushed it. — Nishan Panwar Copy Share Image
Be like a flower that gives its fragrance even to the hand that crushed it. — Ali ibn Abi Talib Copy Share Image
