I love you,
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am
When I am with you.
– Roy Croft.
“Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.”
– Helen Keller.
“The earth laughs in flowers.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson.
“Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.”
– Alice Walker.
“And flowers shall rise from your wounds, and it’s going to be exquisitely miraculous. As for their scent, it’s going to be achingly beautiful”
– Bhayer F.R.
“Love is the answer, and you know that for sure; Love is a flower, you’ve got to let it grow.”
– John Lennon.
“I am guilty, just like every human is of romanticising their pain by using pretty and cleverly worded metaphors to somehow make the heartache seem remarkable. The words wrap our wounds in silk ribbons; beautifully dressed, but its not gonna stop the bleeding.”
– Adam Zucconi.
“It’s so curious: one can resist tears and ‘behave’ very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer… and everything collapses. “
“To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palms of your hand and eternity in an hour.”
– William Blake.