Blossom Quotes

“THE WEATHER OF LOVE


Love
Has a way of wilting
Or blossoming
At the strangest,
Most unpredictable hour.
This is how love is,
An uncontrollable beast
In the form of a flower.
The sun does not always shine on it.
Nor does the rain always pour on it
Nor should it always get beaten by a storm.
Love does not always emit the sweetest scents,
And sometimes it can sting with its thorns.
Water it.
Give it plenty of sunlight.
Nurture it,
And the flower of love will
Outlive you.
Neglect it or keep dissecting it,
And its petals will quickly curl up and die.
This is how love is,
Perfection is a delusional vision.
So love the person who loves you
Unconditionally,
And abandon the one
Who only loves you
Under favorable
Conditions.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“When an incidental color or a random fragrance takes possession of our imagination, we can unexpectedly blossom into a new entity as it gives us wings and enlightens our horizon, just like canary birds that feel stimulated and start singing as soon as they sense the radiance of the sun through the reflection of the skylight. (‘"Côté cour…Côté jardin" )”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched—by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever.” (p.33)”
― Tim Willocks, The Religion

“Roses do not bloom hurriedly; for beauty, like any masterpiece, takes time to blossom.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

“They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.”
― Dejan Stojanovic, The Sun Watches the Sun

“A flower does not use words to announce its arrival to the world; it just blooms.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

“If you use a philosophy education well, you can get your foot in the door of any industry you please. Industries are like the blossoms on a tree while philosophy is the trunk - it holds the tree together, but it often goes unnoticed.”
― Criss Jami, Killosophy

“. . . at this season, the blossom is out in full now, there in the west early. It's a plum tree, it looks like apple blossom but it's white, and looking at it, instead of saying "Oh that's nice blossom" ... last week looking at it through the window when I'm writing, I see it is the whitest, frothiest, blossomest blossom that there ever could be, and I can see it. Things are both more trivial than they ever were, and more important than they ever were, and the difference between the trivial and the important doesn't seem to matter. But the nowness of everything is absolutely wondrous, and if people could see that, you know. There's no way of telling you; you have to experience it, but the glory of it, if you like, the comfort of it, the reassurance ... not that I'm interested in reassuring people - bugger that. The fact is, if you see the present tense, boy do you see it! And boy can you celebrate it.”
― Dennis Potter, Seeing the Blossom: Two Interviews and a Lecture

“If you tend to a flower, it will bloom, no matter how many weeds surround it.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

“The man was staring directly at him now, a curious expression on his face, half smiling, half quizzical. Instantly Eager had a sense of certainty far deeper than anything he had experienced so far. "I have it too!" he exclaimed. "I am a part of this Earth, aren't I? Just like the birds and the trees and the people - I am."
"Om." said his companion.
Unseen by them, a blossom fell.”
― Helen Fox

“But he calls down a blessing on the blossom of the may,
Because it comes in beauty, and in beauty blows away.”
― W.B. Yeats, Stories of Red Hanrahan

“It is in rain and fresh flowers that I find the scent of life, stronger than what the pricey perfumes can offer.
It is in the quiet whispers of trees that I find my companionship, deeper than what this world can offer.
It is in the streaming of a river that I find myself at peace, when this mind of mine is muddy inside.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“If lilies can blossom in a murky lake, you too, can bloom in this dark world.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“You must flower inside, before you flower to the world, outside.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Seeding love where hate once was is seeding flowers on the wound.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Art on the canvas arises from a broken heart. What you lose yourself in becomes a sky of stars or trembling roses.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“I can't drink into your eyes. It's as though I have drunk a bottle of roses, drowning in deep sleep. It pulls me into a sea of scent.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The cherry blossoms feast, their gentle fall, they are all a whisper in the passing breeze. Though seasons take turns, and new blooms arrive, this very moment, you shall never seize. So, see the light within a moment, for the path we tread will never appear again. Let this life not pass you by.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Memories fall off the pages and become blooming marigolds. That's how the wounded remains, sing over the snowy sadness.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“You bring spring to this wintry world. Suddenly, the branches bear the green shoots of life. You bring primrose to the frosted ground, and the earth shudders with ecstasy”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“There is spring even in the midst of frosted grounds, there is a rose even in the depths of a desert, there is holy water in the hidden fountains. Go seek it.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Behold beauty throughout the many stages of life. Whether you are budding, opening and blossoming, or in the closing and graying phase, or in the seeding, scattering, and thinning stage of your life, sense beauty with your soul, for that is where light resides.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“That river of sparkles.
Is it the vein of life?
Is that what my eyes behold with wonder?
That river, that brought out the sage in me,
now finds the sunlit bubbles of life.
That river that flowed through the valleys of dark,
now found its song, breaking the dam of sadness.
Is this why the fields have full bloom flowers,
And sour days are filled with sweets?”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The light is sought after. You are the seeker.
Beauty is hunted. You are the hunter.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Never let me lose this marvel of morning, the fresh flowers of its breath, that wept all night and blossomed anew, for without this wonder, I am a branchless tree with no fruits of spirit.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Grief comes in tides, dark shadows in deep,
A sudden, silent gulf where timeless treasures sleep,
A hole, it tears, a hole that will never fill,
And begs us to keep living, when joy has come to an end.

The dark, dark path, deep in the woods,
With heavy hearts, we walk, burnt in grief.
In the achiest of ache, the quiet, pushing pain,
for memories rise, like sunlight after rain.

The times we once shared, a thread of radiant gold,
Stretched, not torn, a story yet to be told,
The grief-wet eyes, in the dark, dark days,
Now they see the dawn-filled sky,
for deep in the soul, a flower has opened,
in the stream of tears, watering the soil.

For those truly loved, no death can touch,
those once held, no death can steal,
They live in the deep, in the flowering of memories.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“All things fall off. Flowers go to sleep. Noble hearts die. But what remains are the thoughts they sow inside, the seeds they plant in the soil that someday grow into trees.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Grow in gratitude. Blossom in thankfulness.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Dawn breaks open like a ripe fruit, spilling its golden goodness. The fields are bathed in its light, the flowers, drunk on its nectar, and this heart of mine is tipsy on its sweetness.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“You rush to smell the jasmines and see the falling dew of heaven. A divine scent, you sense in the breeze. Verses fall out of your soul. You know, this poetry has to begin. A new thirst awakens you. Every word turns into a prayer.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee