Flowers are like life. |
Flowers teach us that delicate beauty is a powerful duty. A flower's appeal is in its contradictions - so delicate in form yet strong in fragrance, so small in size yet big in beauty, so short in life yet long on effect. |
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the
night flowers see but one moon. Some things happen for a reason, Others just come with the season. The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts. |
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A flower blossoms for its own joy, take the pain and grow beauty, take the tears of weeping night, and give them to the sun for the day's delight. ![]() |
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From the darkness of night to sunlight on the lawn, tomorrow is a new day. The flowers anew, returning seasons bring; But beauty faded has no second spring. There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: A time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot (Ecclesiastes: 3) Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the number of moments that take our breath away. |
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