They find countless mysterious ways
“Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality.
They are prevented from seeing one another and they cannot write;
nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways of corresponding,
by sending each other the song of birds,
the scent of flowers,
the laughter of children,
the light of the sun,
the sighing of the wind,
and the gleam of the stars – all the beauties of creation.”
– Victor Hugo
The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.
Honore De Balzac
photos Karl Blossfeldt
Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.— Veronica A. Shoffstall
I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses. — Nietzsche