How can one help shivering with delight when one's hot fingers close around the stem of a live flower, cool from the shade and stiff with newborn vigor!
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
Forsythia is pure joy.
There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia.
Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.
- Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless, peacocks and lilies for instance.
- John Ruskin