“The baby's beauty lies on its' pure-hearted.”
“Beauty,” he whispered. “What?” I asked.“Beauty. It’s pure beauty you don’t wanna be away from me. I don’t like that, baby. I love it”
“Whoever tells a lie is not pure of heart, and such a person can not cook a clean soup.”
“Anyone who tells a lie has not a pure heart, and cannot make a good soup. ”
“The truth is rarely pure and never simple. Often, love is a tangled web of lies that only a broken heart would weave. Seldom is dishonesty the whole person, rather it's the pain.”
“True beauty lies in purity of the heart.”