Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
We have a world for each one, but we do not have a world for all.
If only I could leave everything as it is, without moving a single star or a single cloud. Oh, if only I could!
I have scarcely touched the sky and I am made of it.
You are sad because they abandon you and you have not fallen.
Human suffering, while it is asleep, is shapeless. If it is wakened it takes the form of the waker.