A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets.

A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets.

Perhaps the only way for a husband to know the true mind graph of his wife is to make her laugh wildly or annoy her deeply enough; else she can hide many secrets from him all throughout her life.

Even as a small child, I understood that woman had secrets, and that some of these were only to be told to daughters. In this way we were bound together for eternity.

Deep in every heart slumbers a dream, and the couturier knows it: every woman is a princess.

Things are never as they seem. A person. A Mark. A statement. They are always deeper than we perceive, like walking in the ocean and suddenly dipping under the surface because the bottom has disappeared beneath your feet. The water appears shallow until you are suddenly flailing around beneath the surface, desperately searching for stable ground once again.