“Emptiness is bound to bloom, like hundreds of grasses blossoming.”
“Things bloosom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time.”
“The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing.”
“For we are born in other's pain, and perish in our own.”
“A dead hydrangea is as intricate and lovely as one in bloom. Bleak sky is as seductive as sunshine, miniature orange trees without blossom or fruit are not defective; they are that.”