From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
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Quoted in Sustainable Landscape Construction : A Guide to Green Building Outdoors (2007) by William Thompson and Kim Sorvig, p. 30Edvard Munch
Eternity has no gray hairs! The flowers fade, the heart withers, man grows old and dies, the world lies down in the sepulchre of ages, but time writes no wrinkles on the brow of Eternity.
Reginald Heber
A man should not love the moon.
An ax should not lose weight in his hand.
His garden should smell of rotting apples
And grow a fair amount of nettles.Czeslaw Milosz
My will is easy to decide,
For there is nothing to divide.
My kin don't need to fuss and moan —
"Moss does not cling to a rolling stone."
My body? — Oh! — If I could choose,
I would to ashes it reduce,
And let the merry breezes blow
My dust to where some flowers grow.
Perhaps some fading flower then
Would come to life and bloom again.
This is my last and final will.
Good luck to all of you. [Joe Hill]Joe Hill
If flowers appear out of season, do not let them grow.
Antonio Porchia
Flowers are immortal. You cut them in autumn and they grow again in spring—somewhere.
Halldor Laxness
Munch, Edvard
Munk, Elie
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