“Life is a flower of which love is the honey.” —- Victor Hugo
“Life is a flower of which love is the honey.” —- Victor Hugo
“Far-off, most secret, and inviolate Rose,
Enfold me in my hour of hours.”
—- William Butler Yeats
It is so hard to translate this beautiful, beautiful sentence by Tshangs dbyangs Rgya mtsho into English.
Most likely, it means I would only leave you when death takes me away.
Life is the flash of a firefly in the night: it is the little breath which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunshine.
Kyoto, Japan.
“If winter comes, can spring be far behind?” - Percy Byshhe Shelley
“You alone became the outer surface of my life, the side I never see, and you will be that, the unknown part of me, until I die.” — Marguerite Duras (Emily L.)
