The perfect blossom is a rare thing. You could spend your whole life looking for one, and it would not be a wasted life.
~The Last Samurai
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Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
~ Victor Hugo
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
~Algernon Charles Swinburne
The bloom may be brief but the memory of its beauty will last a lifetime. ~Doe Zantamata
The more you praise and celebrate your life,
the more there is in life to celebrate.
~Oprah Winfrey
Spring adds new life and new beauty to all that is.
~Jessica Harrelson
Courage doesn't always roar.
Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying
"I will try again tomorrow."
~ Mary Anne Radmacher
Don't compare your life to others.
There's no comparison between the sun and the moon.
They shine when it's their time.
No matter how long the Winter,
Spring is sure to follow.
I need you like a blossom needs rain, like the winter ground needs spring-to soothe my parched soul.
―
Solange nicole
Tetris taught me that when you try to fit in you'll disappear.
A successful marriage requires falling in love many times,
always with the same person.
-Mignon McLaughlin
There is only one thing more precious than our time,
and it's who we spend it on.
-Leo Christopher
"Dance like nobody's watching; love like you've never been hurt.
Sing like nobody's listening; live like it's heaven on earth."
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
-Charles Dickens
Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together?
Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.
Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.
― Emery Allen
Dreams, memories, the sacred--they are all alike in that they are beyond our grasp. Once we are even marginally separated from what we can touch, the object is sanctified; it acquires the beauty of the unattainable, the quality of the miraculous.
― Yukio Mishima, Spring Snow
The flower doesn't dream of the bee.
It blooms and the bee comes.
-Mark Nepo
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
Winter is dead.
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
Winter is dead.
― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young
There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye;
There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by.
-William C. Bryant
