No, we don't accomplish our love in a single year as the flowers do; an immemorial sap flows up through our arms… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“He said, "Next year there will be many flowers, Each one much brighter than the one before.” — Sandy Denny Copy Share Image
When you get to be my age, you begin to count how many Mays you have left - the best time of… — Robert Bateman Copy Share Image
