Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.

He who goes step by step always finds himself level with a step.

Infancy is what is eternal, and the rest, all the rest, is brevity, extreme brevity.

My poverty is not complete: it lacks me.

Those who gave away their wings are sad not to see them fly.

Certainties are arrived at only on foot.

I stop wanting what I am looking for, looking for it.

What words say does not last. The words last. Because words are always the same, and what they say is never the same.

Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.

That in man which cannot be domesticated is not his evil but his goodness.

What we pay for with our lives never costs too much.

Whatever I take, I take too much or too little; I do not take the exact amount. The exact amount is no use to me.

I have been my own disciple and my own master. And I have been a good disciple but a bad master.

He who has seen everything empty itself is close to knowing what everything is filled with.

One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.

If you are good to this one and that one, this one and that one will say that you are good. If you are good to everyone, no one will say that you are good.

The chains that bind us the most closely are the ones we have broken.

The children whom nobody leads by the hand are the children who know they are children.

In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.

Set out from any point. They are all alike. They all lead to a point of departure.

Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.

They will say you are on the wrong road, if it is your own.

God has given a great deal to man, but man would like something from man.

I keep my hands empty for the sake of what I have had in them.

If you do not raise your eyes you will think you are the highest point.

You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.

He who does not know how to create should not know.

He who does not know how to believe should not know.

Not believing has a sickness which is believing a little.

The little things are what is eternal and the rest all the rest is brevity extreme brevity.

Beyond my body my veins are invisible.

More grievous than tears is the sight of them.

Even the smallest of creatures carries the sun in its eyes.

We become aware of the void as we fill it.

Night is world lit by itself.

Night is a world lit by itself.

Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you.

And if you find everything as soon as you look for it, you find it in vain, you look for it in vain.

I like to take pictures of lots of things: people-such as my nephews, my dogs, and just interesting objects that I see. For instance, I might take a picture of flowers by the side of the road, an old sign or a fence.

The mare set off for home with the speed of a swallow, and going as smoothly and silently. I never had dreamed of such a motion, fluent and graceful, and ambient, soft as the breeze flitting over the flowers, but swift as the summer lightening.

I don't like painting flowers in my music. I like painting guts and pain.

For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!

I'm a hopeless romantic, and very much the person in a relationship to go: If things are going well, I'll buy the flowers, remember the dates of things, plan fun nights out.

Because we are in a war situation, this can sometimes be dangerous work. But guys like A.D. Flowers and his technicians just take it in stride and get on with the job. In four years, we've never had a serious accident or injury working with all the explosions.

The earth laughs in flowers.

With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy.

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.

Flowers grow out of dark moments.