A clear, cold morning with high wind: I was born to see, to listen, to understand, and to write out of what I see, hear, and understand.
To hold a crystal is to hold the essence of eternity in the palm of your hand.
Time is a game played beautifully by children.
A crystal's beauty lies in its transparency and ability to refract light.
Each crystal is a unique expression of the universe's creativity.
The crystal's cry of joy is but the dissonant echo of our own.
To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake, it is necessary to stand out in the cold.
The crystal's clarity reflects the clarity of the mind that gazes upon it.
Crystals are nature's gift to humankind, holding within them the secrets of the universe.
The crystal is a book with many stories to tell.
Crystals are silent teachers, imparting their wisdom to those who listen.
The crystal whispers secrets to those who are willing to listen.
The crystal is the embodiment of purity.
The crystal exists in a state of perfection; it is nature's masterpiece.
Crystals are the solidified dreams of Mother Earth.
A crystal is like a treasure chest, holding untold wonders within its structure.
A diamond is just a piece of charcoal that handled stress exceptionally well.
To understand the beauty of a crystal, gaze deeply into it and observe its facets.
The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.