Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist
(14th October 1826) Changes
The London Literary Gazette, 1826
Quote in Sustainable Landscape Construction: A Guide to Green Building Outdoors (2007) by William Thompson and Kim Sorvig, p. 30
after 1930
Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist
(14th October 1826) Changes
The London Literary Gazette, 1826
“The flowers you gave me are rotting
And still I refuse to throw them away”
Regina Spektor (1980) American singer-songwriter and pianist
The Flowers
Soviet Kitsch (2004)
Khalil Gibran (1883–1931) Lebanese artist, poet, and writer
The Anthem of Humanity
The Vision: Reflections on the Way of the Soul (1994)
Context: I have existed from all eternity and, behold, I am here; and I shall exist till the end of time, for my being has no end.
I soared into limitless space and took wing in the imaginal world, approaching the circle of exalted light; and here I am now, mired in matter.
I listened to the teachings of Confucius, imbibed the wisdom of Brahma, and sat beside Buddha beneath the tree of insight. And now I am here, wrestling with ignorance and unbelief. I was on Sinai when Yahweh shed his effulgence on Moses; at the River Jordan I witnessed the miracles of the Nazarene; and in Medina I heard the words of the Messenger to the Arabs. And here I am now, a captive of confusion.
“I choose not to make a graveyard of my body for the rotting corpses of dead animals.”
George Bernard Shaw (1856–1950) Irish playwright
Charles Baudelaire book Les Fleurs du mal
"En toi je tomberai, végétale ambroisie,
Grain précieux jeté par l'éternel Semeur,
Pour que de notre amour naisse la poésie
Qui jaillira vers Dieu comme une rare fleur!"
"L'Âme du Vin" [The Soul of Wine]
Les fleurs du mal (Flowers of Evil) (1857)
“I sadly smiling remember that the flower fades to make fruit, the fruit rots
to make earth.”
Robinson Jeffers (1887–1962) American poet
"Shine, Perishing Republic" (1939)
Marion Woodman (1928–2018) Canadian writer
Source: Bone: Dying into Life (2000), p. 241
“I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.”
Sylvia Plath (1932–1963) American poet, novelist and short story writer
Source: The Journals Of Sylvia Plath