Works of art often last forever, or nearly so. But exhibitions themselves, especially gallery exhibitions, are like flowers; they bloom and then they die, then exist only as memories, or pressed in magazines and books.

The begonia is an amazing plant... it just keeps going along and blooming, and when cut back, it starts up again.

Champagne arrived in fl?tes on trays, and we emptied them with gladness in our hearts... for when feasts are laid and classical music is played, where champagne is drunk once the sun has sunk and the season of summer is alive in spicy bloom, and beautiful women fill the room, and are generous with laughter and smiles... these things fill men's hearts with joy and remind one that life's bounty is not always fleeting but can be captured, and enjoyed. It is in writing about this scene that I relive this night in my soul.

I was a late bloomer. But anyone who blooms at all, ever, is very lucky.

Bloom my friend, bloom beyond bounds!

If I listen closely, I can feel and hear the song of a blooming flower.

If you want to make this world a garden of peace, then you must plant seeds of love and kindness so that flowers of peace can bloom.

You need to be buried deep in the dirt before you can find your bloom.

Beyond thorns are blooming meadows, beyond grief are smiles. Numb is the world, but why must you be? Anchor feet on the shore of melodies, in dance, all stress shall release.

"But I think there's something inside of us, something that blooms in us in adolescence and never leaves...and it's just...*want*. [...]

Love is too much for our generation - that's why it dies in our hands but blooms at our feet.

...I love dandelions. They make me feel like sunshine itself, and you will always see some creature resting on an open bloom, if you have a little patience to wait. This vital source for all emerging pollinators is a blast of uplifting yellow to brighten even the greyest of days. It stands tall and proud, unlike all the others opening and swaying in the breeze. The odd one out.

A tree never complains about the winter because she is busy getting ready to bloom during the spring and summer.

Well," Sadi said in her matter-of-fact way, "the story goes that after the Creator had made all the plants and flowers in the world, he noticed that one flower, in particular, couldn't quite keep its shape. It kept shifting and changing as if it couldn't decide what it wanted to be or look like. Like it was trying to hide amongst the other flowers. The Creator didn't want it to hide or be unsure of what it wanted it to be. He realized doing that over and over made it sick. So, he lovingly placed one of his hands on its petals and fused all its different forms into one. He told it that out of all the flowers in all the world it would be the strongest and most resilient, hence the reason it can bloom in the desert. Ever since then the flower has represented boldness to accept inevitable changes, that being different and unique is beautiful. It reminds us that the Creator made us all different, some more than others, but that doesn't make us any less beautiful or worthy of acceptance and love.

Writing is.... being able to take something whole and fiercely alive that exists inside you in some unknowable combination of thought, feeling, physicality, and spirit, and to then store it like a genie in tense, tiny black symbols on a calm white page. If the wrong reader comes across the words, they will remain just words. But for the right readers, your vision blooms off the page and is absorbed into their minds like smoke, where it will re-form, whole and alive, fully adapted to its new environment.

Real haiku is the soul of poetry. Anything that is not actually present in one's heart is not haiku. The moon glows, flowers bloom, insects cry, water flows. There is no place we cannot find flowers or think of the moon. This is the essence of haiku. Go beyond the restrictions of your era, forget about purpose or meaning, separate yourself from historical limitations-there you will find the essence of true art, religion, and science.

"I love you as the plant that never blooms

The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.

Everything worth knowing about the 1980s I learned from obsessively reading Bloom County collections when I was nine and Derek Jarman's diaries when I was twenty.

Bloom to the fullest along the cutting edges of life.

she is nearing forty and not so easily forgiven as when her skin bloomed like roses.

Don't you understand? When you're standing on their side, you're the bizarre genius, the miraculous hero, the force of the rebellion, the flower that blooms alone. But the second your voice differs from theirs, you've lost your mind, you've ignored morality, you've walked the crooked path.

Smiles bloom when you feel the summer breeze, the rush and pause of heartbeats, and the cool grass caressing dancing feet.

You are blooming like the rare flower you are.