In a dung heap, even a plastic bead can gleam like a sapphire.
Just snow and sapphire and ink.
A kiss on the hand may feel very, very good, but a diamond and sapphire bracelet lasts forever.
One of his tears fell in my mouth, where it became a blue sapphire, source of strength, source of strength and eternal hope.
Look at the sky. Does its sapphire hue dim when you take a single breath? Are the stars drawn closer when you weep? The sky cannot be diminished so. Thus it is with the spirit: it is a thing without beginning or end.