The rose that lives its little hour
Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
You love the roses - so do I.
I wish the sky would rain down roses, as they rain from off the shaken bush.
Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white and soft to tread on.
They would fall as light as feathers, smelling sweet, and it would be like sleeping and like waking, all at once!
- George Eliot
Silently a flower blooms,
In silence it falls away,
Yet here now,
at this moment,
at this place,
The world of the flower,
the whole of the world is blooming.
This is the talk of the flower,
the truth of the blossom.
The glory of eternal life is fully shining here.
- Zenkei Shibayama
flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words.
They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character,
though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.
- Lydia M. Child