
A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness.
John Keats


A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness.
John Keats


“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in–what more could he ask?
A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.” ― Victor Hugo


“For him it was a dark passage which led to nowhere, then to nowhere, then again to nowhere, once again to nowhere, always and forever to nowhere, heavy on the elbows in the earth to nowhere, dark, never any end to nowhere, hung on all time always to unknowing nowhere, this time and again for always to nowhere, now not to be borne once again always and to nowhere, now beyond all bearing up, up, up and into nowhere, suddenly, scaldingly, holdingly all nowhere gone and time absolutely still and they were both there, time having stopped and he felt the earth move out and away from under them.” ― Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy.
Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh. — Rumi


“Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.
William Blake


When you’re really happy,
the birds chirp and the sun shines even on cold dark winter nights
— and flowers will bloom on a barren land. — Terri Guillemets
“Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful;
they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul.” — Luther Burbank

Love is to the heart what the summer is to the farmer’s year –
it brings to harvest all the loveliest flowers of the soul. ~Author Unknown

“Flowers don’t tell, they show.” – Stephanie Skeem.