The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks. – Tennessee Williams
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.” – John Keats
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
– Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Afternoon on a Hill”
Break open a cherry tree and there are no flowers, but the spring breeze brings forth myriad blossoms. – Ikkyu Sojun
The fountain is my speech. The tulips are my speech. The grass and trees are my speech. – George Delacorte
Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by someone I do not know. I admire lolling on a lawn by a water-lilied pond to eat white currants and see goldfish: and go to the fair in the evening if I’m good. There is not hope for that –one is sure to get into some mess before evening. – John Keats