As if you were on fire from within, the moon lives in the lining of your skin…



Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping… waiting… and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir… open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us… guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love… the clarity of hatred… the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we’d be truly dead. /Joss Whedon/


Earth Laughs In Flowers

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Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.
Theodore Roethke

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
Matsuo Basho

Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
Hans Christian Andersen

Reflection is a flower of the mind, giving out wholesome fragrance; but revelry is the same flower, when rank and running to seed. Desiderius Erasmus

Happiness is the art of making a bouquet of those flowers within reach.
Bob Goddard

She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her… I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her…
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry