Stretching his hand up to reach the stars, too often man forgets the flowers at his feet.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.
And he that strives to touch the stars, Oft stumbles at a straw.
All flowers in time bend towards the sun, I know you say there's no one for you, But here is one.
Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.
What an enthusiastic devotion is that which sends a man from the attractions of home, the ties of neighbourhood, the bonds of country, to range plains, valleys, hills, mountains, for a new flower.
One could not pluck a flower without troubling a star.
A true man never frets about his place in the world, but just slides into it by the gravitation of his nature, and swings there as easily as a star.
When we look at the flowers, we suddenly forget so many important things. We forget that all flowers die. We forget that winter will come again. We forget that nothing really endures and that, like the flowers that die at the end of the growing season, we'll join them in the cold ground.
Scatter your flowers as you go; you will never go this way again.
No one regards what is before his feet; we all gaze at the stars.