“Like flowers scattered in a storm, a man's life is a long farewell.”
“Like flowers in a storm... ... Life is full of goodbyes.”
“Like flowers in a storm, life is full of goodbyes”
“Life is like a fire. Flames which the passer-by forgets. Ashes which the wind scatters. A man lived.”
“What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but scattered along life's pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.”
“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!”