“And love was creation's source,creation's ruler;but all love's ways are strewn with blossoms and blood, blossoms and blood.”
“Love is the world's infinite mutability; lies, hatred, murder even, are all knit up in it; it is the inevitable blossoming of its opposites, a magnificent rose smelling faintly of blood.”
“Let them shoot us in the head,My blood will grow rootsand will blossom.”
“I was in an empty field when I came across a tree. This tree was full of white blossoms and succulent cherries. The sun was shining and the breeze was blowing—everything was lovely. I looked back at the tree and its pure white blossoms were stained with blood. I gazed down in front of me, in horror, as a wooden cross marked the place of a small dirty mound.”
“All of us blossom when we feel loved and wither when we do not feel loved.”
“We all draw breath and life from the same source of creation.”