“Flowers don’t tell, they show. That’s the way good books should be too.”–Stephanie Skeem. Author of Flotsam”

“In a rich moonlit garden, flowers open beneath the eyes of entire nations terrified to acknowledge the simplicity of the beauty of peace.”

“It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.”

“It is said there are flowers that bloom only once in a hundred years. Why should there not be some that bloom once in a thousand, in ten thousand years? Perhaps we never know about them simply because this “once in a thousand years” has come today.”

“Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.”

“a flower knows, when its butterfly will return, and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand;but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon,when I don’t know, if you will ever come back.”

“Who wants flowers when you’re dead? Nobody.”

“since the thing perhaps isto eat flowers and not to be afraid”

“Love is like dried flowers sometimes. Even though you watch the petals shrink and change colour, you cannot help treasuring them”

“I felt after I finished Slaughterhouse-Five that I didn’t have to write at all anymore if I didn’t want to. It was the end of some sort of career. I don’t know why, exactly. I suppose that flowers, when they’re through blooming, have some sort of awareness of some purpose having been served. Flowers didn’t ask to be flowers and I didn’t ask to be me. At the end of Slaughterhouse-Five…I had a shutting-off feeling…that I had done what I was supposed to do and everything was OK .”

“who wants flowers when youre dead? nobody.”

“What a lovely thing a rose is!”He walked past the couch to the open window and held up the drooping stalk of a moss-rose, looking down at the dainty blend of crimson and green. It was a new phase of his character to me, for I had never before seen him show any keen interest in natural objects. “There is nothing in which deduction is so necessary as religion,” said he, leaning with his back against the shutters. “It can be built up as an exact science by the reasoner. Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.”

“When you pick flowers, it is usually to make one person happy, but if you leave the flowers, then many people can see them, and then they, too, will be happy.”

“I keep planting my smile in the rich soil of your sadness, hoping one day love will bloom from your thoroughly saturated heart.”

“We need to spread more seeds and fill this Planet with love to be surrounded by flowers just everywhere! It starts by simply opening up our hearts and hands to one another. It’s in simple things where true Happiness may flourish.”