“BORKIN: [Sighing] The life of a man is like a flower, blooming so gaily in a field. Then, along comes a goat, he eats it, and the flower is gone!”
“This life of ours...human life is like a flower gloriously blooming in a meadow: along comes a goat, eats it up---no more flower.”
“As for man, his days are like grass, he flourishes like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more.”
“Love smells like a flower in bloom. A flower that's sitting on a pile of steaming feces.”
“A flower bloomed already wilting. Beginning its life with an early ending.”
“The nature of this flower is to bloom.”