Flowering Quote by Paul Celan Download Open image “A nothing we were, are, shall remain, flowering: the nothing--, the no one's rose.” — Paul Celan ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.9 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Flowering Flowers Holocaust Rose
“Nothing: a landscape, a glass of wine, a little loveless love, and the vague sadness caused by our understanding nothing and having lost the… — Álvaro de Campos Copy Share Image
Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence, without you moving, slicing the noon like a blue flower, without you walking later through the fog and the cobbles, without the light you carry in your hand, golden, which maybe others will not see, which maybe no one knew was growing like the red beginnings of a rose. In short, without… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
“Nothingness It is only in nothing... A damp, dull, nothingness Those cold, sharp, empty spaces In our times of scarcity and loss That we… — Christine Evangelou Copy Share Image
Heaven fashioned us of nothing; and we strive to bring ourselves to nothing. — John Webster Copy Share Image
“I've nothing, am nothing, shall be nothing, and yet I take nothing.” — Elias Canetti Copy Share Image
We're nothing, but we're everything. There is nothing in everything and everything in nothing. — Jeremy Limn Copy Share Image
“There was nothing now but this empty treadmill of what Clifford called the integrated life, the long living together of two people, who are in the habit of being in the same house with one another. Nothingness! To accept the great nothingness of life seemed to be the one end of living. All the many busy and important little things… — D.H. Lawrence Copy Share
“Autumn eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends. From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk: then… — Paul Celan Copy Share Image
We are told that when Hölderlin went 'mad,' he constantly repeated, 'Nothing is happening to me, nothing is happening to me.' — Paul Celan Copy Share Image
“Your hair waves once more when I weep. With the blue of your eyes you lay the table of love: a bed between summer… — Paul Celan Copy Share Image
Poetry is perhaps this: an Atemwende, a turning of our breath. Who knows, perhaps poetry goes its way—the way of art—for the sake of… — Paul Celan Copy Share Image
I’ve blamed her for all of this, for leaving, for ruining me. And maybe that was the seed of it, but from that one… — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
Passion, that thing of beauty, that flowering without roots, has to be born, live and die without reason. — Georgette Leblanc Copy Share Image
Kanan is a big road through the Santa Monica Mountains. Between mid-March and mid-April, when you get over to the western side of the… — John C. McGinley Copy Share Image
To be a stranger in a strange land: Whenever one feasts, one thinks of one's brother twice as much as before, There where my… — Wang Wei Copy Share Image
Who owns Cross Creek? The red-birds, I think, more than I, for they will have their nests even in the face of delinquent mortgages..It… — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings Copy Share Image
Each bud flowers but once and each flower has but its minute of perfect beauty; so, in the garden of the soul each feeling… — Henri Frederic Amiel Copy Share Image
The dimensions of a work of art are seldom realized by the author until the work is accomplished. It is like a flowering dream.… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
The world is always full of brilliant youth which fades into grey and embittered middle age: the first flowering takes everything. The great men… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Liberty and morality had to win their way slowly over many centuries, until finally expanding liberty made possible the great technological advance of the… — Murray Rothbard Copy Share Image
Bamboo is not a weed, it's a flowering plant. Bamboo is a magnificent plant. — Steve Lacy Copy Share Image
The flowering of civilization is the finished man, the man of sense, of grace, of accomplishment, of social power--the gentleman. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
