Tuesday, 20 November 2007
Saturday, 4 August 2007
Wednesday, 25 July 2007
Love's truest language
Flowers are Love's truest language; they betray,
Like the divining rods of Magi old,
Where precious wealth lies buried, not of gold,
But love--strong love, that never can decay!
Sonnet--Flowers, Love's Truest Language
Tuesday, 24 July 2007
Monday, 23 July 2007
The dear Forget-me-not
FORGET-ME-NOT
COULD every blossom find a voice
And sing a strain to me,
I know where I would place my choice,
Which my delight should be.
I would not choose the lily tall,
The rose from musky grot,
But I would still my minstrel call
The blue Forget-me-not.
And sing a strain to me,
I know where I would place my choice,
Which my delight should be.
I would not choose the lily tall,
The rose from musky grot,
But I would still my minstrel call
The blue Forget-me-not.
And I on mossy bank would lie,
Of brooklet, rippling clear;
And she of the sweet, azure eye,
Close at my listening ear,
Should sing into my soul a strain
Might never be forgot,
So rich with joy, so rich with pain--
The blue Forget-me-not.
Ah! every blossom hath a tale,
With silent grace to tell,
From rose that reddens to the gale
To modest heather-bell;
But oh! the flower in every heart
That finds a sacred spot
To bloom, with azure leaves apart,
Is the Forget-me-not.
Love plucks it from the mosses green
When parting hours are high,
And places it Love's palms between
With many an ardent sigh;
And bluely up from grassy graves
In some loved churchyard spot
It glances tenderly and waves--
The dear Forget-me-not.
Crawford, Isabella Valancy (1850-1887)
Thursday, 19 July 2007
a tiny little flower
Who would have thought it possible that a tiny little flower
could preoccupy a person so completely
that there simply wasn't room for any other thought.... -
Sophie Scholl
Wednesday, 18 July 2007
Tuesday, 17 July 2007
Saturday, 14 July 2007
Friday, 13 July 2007
a new love
and you do not know what it will bring back,
a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.”
Anais Nin
Anais Nin
Thursday, 12 July 2007
Love is the flower
and blossoms unexpectedly and without law,
and must be plucked where it is found,
and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.”
D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence
Wednesday, 11 July 2007
Tuesday, 10 July 2007
single flower
If I had a single flower for every time I think about you,
I could walk forever in my garden.
Claudia Ghandi
Monday, 9 July 2007
Sunday, 8 July 2007
Saturday, 7 July 2007
Friday, 6 July 2007
Thursday, 5 July 2007
taking care
“We also want more people to learn about
the happiness of taking care of a little animal in need.”
Zhou Min
Zhou Min
Wednesday, 4 July 2007
Faith of the heart
I'm going where my heart will take me
I've got faith to believe
I can do anything
I've got strength of the soul
And no one's gonna bend or break me
I can reach any star
I've got faith
I've got faith
Tuesday, 3 July 2007
sweet mirage
“Give me the old enthusiasms back,
Give me the ardent longings that I lack,
--The glorious dreams that fooled me in my youth,
The sweet mirage that lured me on its track. . . .”
William Wetmore Story
William Wetmore Story
Monday, 2 July 2007
Saturday, 30 June 2007
a living flower
A flowerless room is a soulless room,
to my way of thinking;
but even one solitary little vase of a living flower may redeem it.
(Vita Sackville-West)
Friday, 29 June 2007
With a twist and a twirl
“Lithe and long as the serpent train,
Springing and clinging from tree to tree,
Now darting upward,
now down again,
With a twist and a twirl that are strange to see.”
William Gilmore Simms
William Gilmore Simms
Wednesday, 27 June 2007
camouflage-hidden in the meadow's grass
“Landscapes have a language of their own,
expressing the soul of the things,
lofty or humble,
which constitute them,
from the mighty peaks
to the smallest of the tiny flowers
hidden in the meadow's grass”
Tuesday, 26 June 2007
white camouflage
“Oft when the white,
still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart,
I have felt it like a glory in my heart”
Edwin Markham
Edwin Markham
Thursday, 21 June 2007
Tuesday, 19 June 2007
Butterfly lady
How does one become a butterfly?'' she asked pensively.
''You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.''
Sunday, 17 June 2007
Saturday, 16 June 2007
Friday, 15 June 2007
Tuesday, 12 June 2007
Monday, 11 June 2007
Sunday, 10 June 2007
to suit me
You can never get a cup of tea large enough
or a book long enough to suit me”
C.S. Lewis quotes
Saturday, 9 June 2007
Friday, 8 June 2007
simple
“My aim is to put down on paper what I see
and what I feel
in the best and simplest way.”
Ernest Hemingway
Thursday, 7 June 2007
Wednesday, 6 June 2007
Tuesday, 5 June 2007
my paradise garden
Wednesday, 30 May 2007
only a few
“There are many things in life that will catch your eye,
but only a few will catch your heart...pursue those.”
Tuesday, 29 May 2007
Music amongst the trees
Monday, 28 May 2007
Saturday, 26 May 2007
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