"By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower".
"Strappando i suoi petali, non raccogli la bellezza del fiore".
"Il fiore si nasconde nell'erba, ma il vento sparge il suo profumo..."
"If someone smells a flower and says he does not understand, the reply to him is: there is nothing to understand, it is only a scent. If he persists, saying: that I know, but what does it all mean? Then one has either to change the subject, or make it more abstruse by saying that the scent is the shape which the universal joy takes in the flower".
"We sit inert, like dead specimens of some museum, while lessons are pelted at us from on high, like hailstones on flowers".
"By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower".
"Where roads are made I lose my way.In the wide water, in the blue sky there is no line of a track.The pathway is hidden by the birds' wings, by the star-fires, by the flowers of the wayfaring seasons.And I ask my heart if its blood carries the wisdom of the unseen way".
"We sit inert, like dead specimens of some museum, while lessons are pelted at us from on high, like hailstones on flowers".
"The flower fades and dies; but he who wears the flower has not to mourn for it for ever".
"We sit inert, like dead specimens of some museum, while lessons are pelted at us from on high, like hailstones on flowers".
"Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way".
"God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands".
"Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave. The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him".
"If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it. I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil and its head bent low with patience. The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky. Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds' nests, and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves".
"The flower which is single need not envy the thorns that are numerous".
"It sometimes strikes me how immensely fortunate I am that each day should take its place in my life, either reddened with the rising and setting sun, or refreshingly cool with deep, dark clouds, or blooming like a white flower in the moonlight. What untold wealth!"
"We sit inert, like dead specimens of some museum, while lessons are pelted at us from on high, like hailstones on flowers".
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