“I have lost my dewdrop , cries the flower to the morning sky that lost all its stars.”

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers, but to be fearless in facing them.

Most people believe the mind to be a mirror, more or less accurately reflecting the world outside them, not realizing on the contrary that the mind is itself the principal element of creation.

I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things

The real frienship is like fluorescence, it shines better when everything has darken.

You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.

You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.

A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.

Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.

Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love.

Let me light my lamp , says the star, And never debate if it will help to remove the darkness

He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.

Power said to the world, you are mine. The world kept it prisoner on her throne. Love said to the world, I am thine. The world gave it the freedom of her house.

The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark. The small truth has words which are clear; the great truth has great silence.

I have lost my dewdrop , cries the flower to the morning sky that lost all its stars.

Reach high, for stars lie hidden in you. Dream deep, for every dream precedes the goal.

Even the prettiest rose wilts.

I never understood flowers until I met you.

My flower’s roots glue me down among the wet soil in which the thunder has stunned my growth. Maybe I’ve already grown through the storms and the sun is delayed in its rising.

Flowers fall down to blossom new, so do you!

A rose with her thorns is still a rose.

As flowers are to bees you are to me.

In this wild world, flowers remind us we can blossom and still be soft.

Speak of happiness as flowers do even when it rains.