The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.
All things by immortal power. Near of far, to each other linked are, that thou canst not stir a flower without troubling of a star.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
Scatter your flowers as you go; you will never go this way again.
I want my flowers while I'm alive.
The flower in the vase smiles, but no longer laughs.
Flowers grow out of dark moments.
Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.
Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.
To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.