#blossom

From seeds of his body blossomed the flower that liberated a people and touched the soul of a nation. ↗

— Jesse Jackson

#body #flower #his #liberated #nation

We were born to die and we die to live. As seedlings of God, we barely blossom on earth; we fully flower in heaven. ↗

— Russell M. Nelson

#blossom #born #die #earth #flower

Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and blossom in their dust. ↗

— James Shirley

#blossom #dust #just #only #smell

The marvel of the Bhagavad-Gita is its truly beautiful revelation of life's wisdom which enables philosophy to blossom into religion. ↗

— Herman Hesse

#blossom #enables #into #life #marvel

Describe plum-blossoms? Better than my verses...white Wordless Butterflies ↗

— Reikan

#haiku #plum-blossoms #beauty

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

#apple #asymmetry #atlantic #autumn #blind-man

. . . 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

#celebrate #comfort #death #importance #now

Because I’m emotionally immature, I’d prefer letting go of you early and always remembering you as you were, rather than hanging on and letting things develop and blossom and then eventually decay.
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— Jarod Kintz

#decay #develop #development #early #emotional

The age I'm at now, you go from being a young girl to suddenly you blossom into a woman. You ripen, you know? And then you start to rot. ↗

— Liv Tyler

#being #blossom #girl #go #i

It is true that we aspire to our ancient land. But what we want in that ancient land is a new blossoming of the Jewish spirit. ↗

— Theodor Herzl

#aspire #blossoming #jewish #land #new