“Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism.
Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke
Flowers
” The sun of every vision,
Thy beauty be,
More beautiful than the beauty,
Thy beautiful face be. “
– Hafiz
“When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for the moment.
I want to give that world to someone else. Most people in the city rush around so,
they have no time to look at a flower. I want them to see it whether they want to or not.”
Georgia O’Keeffe
“We are part of nature. We are here to bloom like a flower-
to ornate the earth with beauty, love, joy, happiness, and care.” ― Debasish Mridha
“I think… that love encompasses the experience of the possible transition from the pure randomness of chance to a state that has universal value. Starting out from something that is simply an encounter, a trifle, you learn that you can experience the world on the basis of difference and not only in terms of identity. And you can even be tested and suffer in the process. In today’s world, it is generally thought that individuals only pursue their own self-interest. Love is an antidote to that. Provided it isn’t conceived only as an exchange of mutual favours, or isn’t calculated way in advance as a profitable investment, love really is a unique trust placed in chance. It takes us into key areas of the experience of what is difference and, essentially, leads to the idea that you can experience the world from the perspective of difference. In this respect it has universal implications: it is an individual experience of potential universality, and is thus central to philosophy, as Plato was the first to intuit.” ― Alain Badiou
Human behavior flows from three main sources:
desire, emotion, and knowledge. — Plato
I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority. – E. B. White
“Every year, in November, at the season that follows the hour of the dead,
the crowning and majestic hours of autumn, I go to visit the chrysanthemums …
They are indeed, the most universal, the most diverse of flowers.” – Maeterlinck
The Glass Door
– Henrik Nordbrandt,
Translated by Thomas Satterlee
“Like someone who opens a door of glass
or sees his own reflection in it
when he returns from the woods
the light falls so variously here at the end of October
that nothing is whole or can be made into a whole
because the cracks are too uncertain and constantly moving.
Then you experience the miracle
of entering into yourself like a diamond
in glass, enjoying its own fragility
when the storm carries everything else away
including the memory of a freckled girlfriend
out over the bluing lake hidden behind the bare hills.”
Maverick Mist 