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

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.

A flower grows where it is planted but love grows everywhere.

Like the lotus flower that is born out of mud, we must honor the darkest parts of ourselves and the most painful of our life’s experiences, because they are what allow us to birth our most beautiful self.

Be surprised by joy, be surprised by the little flower that shows its beauty in the midst of a barren desert, and be surprised by the immense healing power that keeps bursting forth like springs of fresh water from the depth of our pain.

If we wish to have the light, we must keep the sun; if we wish to keep our forests we must keep our trees; if we wish to keep our perfumes, we must keep our flowers- and if we wish to keep our rights, then we must keep our God.

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.

Look how wildflowers bloom from your skin. So why hold back those tears when your soil needs them?

Like a flower, that hides from the sun and discovers it still grows and blooms, I am learning that I too, can survive the dark, without you.

I’m a bit of a like girly-girl, really, I like flowery stuff.