A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
– Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
Tag: flowers
O flowers, they …
O flowers, they are all the time travelling
like comets, and they come into our ken
for a day, for two days,
and withdraw,
slowly vanish again.
– D. H. Lawrence
I have always …
I have always wanted to be as the flowers are
so unhampered in their living and dying,
and in death I believe I shall be as the flowers are.
– D. H. Lawrence
And we, we must …
And we, we must take them on the wind,
and let them go.
Embalmed flowers are not flowers,
immortelles are not flowers;
flowers are just a motion,
a swift motion,
a coloured gesture;
that is their loveliness.
And that is love.
– D. H. Lawrence