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

― E.E. Cummings, Complete Poems, 1904-1962

 

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“A flower blossoms for its own joy.” 
― Oscar Wilde

 

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It’s so curious: one can resist tears and ‘behave’ very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer… and everything collapses. ” 
― Colette

 

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via Holton Rower via ffffound.com

Thanks Holton!