“God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man’s hands.”

Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it.

Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.

By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Never be afraid of the moments–thus sings the voice of the everlasting.

Trees are the earth’s endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward by outward beauty.

Never be afraid of the moments-thus sings the voice of the everlasting.

Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.

Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house – do not pass by like a dream.

Men are cruel, but Man is kind.

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

It is very simple to be happy, but it is very difficult to be simple.

I am willing to serve my country, but my worship I reserve for Right which is far greater than my country. To worship my country as a god is to bring a curse upon it.

Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.

If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?

I’m simply a wildflower unaware of where I’ve come from, but allow me some sun and rain and see me bloom.

A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin.

Love her faults knowing she is a flower growing.

Keep blooming the flowers look beautiful on you.

There is so much rain in my heart and yet it feels so empty. Then I remember, for flowers to grow, you need sunshine too.

Love is like dried flowers sometimes. Even though you watch the petals shrink and change colour, you cannot help treasuring them.

You know, maybe I was just born in the wrong time, but I love all things romantic. Puffy understands that. For my last birthday, he covered my hotel room floor with rose petals and had flowers and candles all over the room.