“How much I desire!Inside my little satchel,the moon, and flowers”

“There is a little boy inside the man who is my brother... Oh, how I hated that little boy. And how I love him too.”

“And if the little flowers knew how deeply wounded my heart is They would weep with me to heal my pain. —“AND IF THE LITTLE FLOWERS KNEW” BY HEINRICH HEINE, MUSIC BY ROBERT SCHUMANN”

“Hope, how she had grown to hate the word. It was an insideious seed planted inside a person's soul, surviving covertly on little tending, then flowering so spectacularly that none could help but cherish it.”

“Inside plum trees stood in a row, flowers lifted their pale throats to the moon and stars, a magnolia held its tight-closed buds like white candles in its green hands.”

“And then I thought that I had to be like Sherlock Holmes and I had to detach my mind at will to a remarkable degree so that I did not notice how much it was hurting inside my head.”