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  • #1
    Alfred Tennyson
    “If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.”
    Alfred Tennyson

  • #2
    Charles Bukowski
    “You have to die a few times before you can really
    live.”
    Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

  • #3
    Francis of Assisi
    “All the darkness in the world cannot extinguish the light of a single candle.”
    St. Francis Of Assisi, The Little Flowers of St. Francis of Assisi

  • #4
    A.A. Milne
    “Weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them.”
    A.A. Milne

  • #5
    William Blake
    “To see a World in a Grain of Sand
    And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
    Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
    And Eternity in an hour.”
    William Blake, Auguries of Innocence

  • #6
    Pablo Neruda
    “Sonnet XVII

    I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
    or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
    I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
    in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

    I love you as the plant that never blooms
    but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
    thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
    risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

    I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
    I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
    so I love you because I know no other way than this:

    where I does not exist, nor you,
    so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
    so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #7
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”
    Rumi

  • #8
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “I sit beside the fire and think
    Of all that I have seen
    Of meadow flowers and butterflies
    In summers that have been

    Of yellow leaves and gossamer
    In autumns that there were
    With morning mist and silver sun
    And wind upon my hair

    I sit beside the fire and think
    Of how the world will be
    When winter comes without a spring
    That I shall ever see

    For still there are so many things
    That I have never seen
    In every wood in every spring
    There is a different green

    I sit beside the fire and think
    Of people long ago
    And people that will see a world
    That I shall never know

    But all the while I sit and think
    Of times there were before
    I listen for returning feet
    And voices at the door”
    J.R.R. Tolkien

  • #9
    Audrey Hepburn
    “I'm an introvert... I love being by myself, love being outdoors, love taking a long walk with my dogs and looking at the trees, flowers, the sky.”
    Audrey Hepburn

  • #10
    Pablo Neruda
    “If You Forget Me

    I want you to know
    one thing.

    You know how this is:
    if I look
    at the crystal moon, at the red branch
    of the slow autumn at my window,
    if I touch
    near the fire
    the impalpable ash
    or the wrinkled body of the log,
    everything carries me to you,
    as if everything that exists,
    aromas, light, metals,
    were little boats
    that sail
    toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

    Well, now,
    if little by little you stop loving me
    I shall stop loving you little by little.

    If suddenly
    you forget me
    do not look for me,
    for I shall already have forgotten you.

    If you think it long and mad,
    the wind of banners
    that passes through my life,
    and you decide
    to leave me at the shore
    of the heart where I have roots,
    remember
    that on that day,
    at that hour,
    I shall lift my arms
    and my roots will set off
    to seek another land.

    But
    if each day,
    each hour,
    you feel that you are destined for me
    with implacable sweetness,
    if each day a flower
    climbs up to your lips to seek me,
    ah my love, ah my own,
    in me all that fire is repeated,
    in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
    my love feeds on your love, beloved,
    and as long as you live it will be in your arms
    without leaving mine.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #11
    Robert Frost
    “Nature's first green is gold,
    Her hardest hue to hold.
    Her early leaf's a flower;
    But only so an hour.
    Then leaf subsides to leaf.
    So Eden sank to grief,
    So dawn goes down to day.
    Nothing gold can stay.”
    Robert Frost

  • #12
    Charles Bukowski
    “she was consumed by 3 simple things:
    drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more:
    youth and beauty”
    Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

  • #13
    Marianne Williamson
    “A tulip doesn’t strive to impress anyone. It doesn’t struggle to be different than a rose. It doesn’t have to. It is different. And there’s room in the garden for every flower. You didn’t have to struggle to make your face different than anyone else’s on earth. It just is. You are unique because you were created that way. Look at little children in kindergarten. They’re all different without trying to be. As long as they’re unselfconsciously being themselves, they can’t help but shine. It’s only later, when children are taught to compete, to strive to be better than others, that their natural light becomes distorted.”
    Marianne Williamson

  • #14
    Thérèse of Lisieux
    “I understood that every flower created by Him is beautiful, that the brilliance of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not lessen the perfume of the violet or the sweet simplicity of the daisy. I understood that if all the lowly flowers wished to be roses, nature would no longer be enameled with lovely hues. And so it is in the world of souls, Our Lord's living garden.”
    St. Thérèse de Lisieux

  • #15
    Maggi Myers
    “You plant your own garden instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. In other words, take responsibility for your own needs and your own happiness.”
    Maggi Myers, The Final Piece

  • #16
    Louis de Bernières
    “The garden where you sit
    Has never a need of flowers,
    For you are the blossoms
    And only a fool or the blind
    Would fail to know it”
    Louis de Bernières, Corelli’s Mandolin

  • #17
    Marguerite Duras
    “I can't really remember the days. The light of the sun blurred and annihilated all color. But the nights, I remember them. The blue was more distant than the sky, beyond all depths, covering the bounds of the world. The sky, for me, was the stretch of pure brilliance crossing the blue, that cold coalescence beyond all color. Sometimes, it was in Vinh Long, when my mother was sad she'd order the gig and we'd drive out into the country to see the nighta s it was in the dry season. I had that good fortune- those nights, that mother. The light fell from the sky in cataracts of pure transparency, in torrents of silence and immobility. The air was blue, you could hold it in your hand. Blue. The sky was the continual throbbing of the brilliance of the light. The night lit up everything, all the country on either bank of the river as far as the eye could reach. Every night was different, each one had a name as long as it lasted. Their sound was that of the dogs, the country dogs baying at mystery. They answered on another from village to village, until the time and space of the night were utterly consumed.”
    Marguerite Duras, The Lover

  • #18
    Jack Kerouac
    “[...]the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road

  • #19
    Shana Abe
    “I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.”
    Shana Abe

  • #20
    William Shakespeare
    “It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.”
    William Shakespeare

  • #21
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #22
    Vincent van Gogh
    “Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.”
    Vincent Van Gogh

  • #23
    Sylvia Plath
    “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
    I lift my lids and all is born again.
    (I think I made you up inside my head.)”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #24
    Haruki Murakami
    “Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star.
    It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago.
    Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.”
    Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

  • #25
    E.E. Cummings
    “Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #26
    Sarah Kay
    “If I should have a daughter…“Instead of “Mom”, she’s gonna call me “Point B.” Because that way, she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I’m going to paint the solar system on the back of her hands so that she has to learn the entire universe before she can say “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.”

    She’s gonna learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder-woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.

    And “Baby,” I’ll tell her “don’t keep your nose up in the air like that, I know that trick, you’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else, find the boy who lit the fire in the first place to see if you can change him.”

    But I know that she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boats nearby, ‘cause there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything if you let it.

    I want her to see the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat, to look through a magnifying glass at the galaxies that exist on the pin point of a human mind. Because that’s how my mom taught me. That there’ll be days like this, “There’ll be days like this my momma said” when you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises. When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you wanna save are the ones standing on your cape. When your boots will fill with rain and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say “thank you,” ‘cause there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it’s sent away.

    You will put the “wind” in win some lose some, you will put the “star” in starting over and over, and no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life.

    And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting I am pretty damn naive but I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.

    “Baby,” I’ll tell her “remember your mama is a worrier but your papa is a warrior and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.”

    Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things and always apologize when you’ve done something wrong but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.

    Your voice is small but don’t ever stop singing and when they finally hand you heartbreak, slip hatred and war under your doorstep and hand you hand-outs on street corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.”
    Sarah Kay

  • #27
    Tiffanie DeBartolo
    “Did you really want to die?"
    "No one commits suicide because they want to die."
    "Then why do they do it?"
    "Because they want to stop the pain.”
    Tiffanie DeBartolo, How to Kill a Rock Star

  • #28
    Virginia Woolf
    “When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #29
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
    “You - you alone will have the stars as no one else has them...In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night...You - only you - will have stars that can laugh.”
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, El Principito

  • #30
    C. JoyBell C.
    “I think that we are like stars. Something happens to burst us open; but when we burst open and think we are dying; we’re actually turning into a supernova. And then when we look at ourselves again, we see that we’re suddenly more beautiful than we ever were before!”
    C. JoyBell C.



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