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Beautiful By Nature
Pieces of nature from my world, through my eyes.
Monday, 30 November -0001
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Hevean on Earth
On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.
Waiting for Spring
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.
Ode to Mother
Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible.
Marion C. Garretty
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
Miracle of Being a Flower
Miracles happen everyday, change your perception of what a miracle is and you'll see them all around you.
Jon Bon Jovi
Spring is sooner recognised by plants than by men.
Men must live and create. Live to the point of tears.
There are always flowers for those who want to see them.
There are no seven wonders of the world in the eyes of a child. There are seven million.
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was myself. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.
Beauty in Imperfection
Even imperfection itself may have its ideal or perfect state.
Thomas de Quincey
Friendship at first sight, like love at first sight, is said to be the only truth.
Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.
Rainer Maria Rilke
The (little) one
Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself, in your way of thinking.
Nothing is so strong as gentleness, nothing so gentle as real strength.
Saint Francis de Sales
Hoping for a morning with lavender scent, a soft day and a warm sunset...
A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little flower, Each one its own sweet feeling breathes With more or less of power. There is a silent eloquence In every wild bluebell That fills my softened heart with bliss That words could never tell. Anne Bronte - The Bluebell