“Flowers are the beautiful hairs of the Mother Spring! Don’t pluck them!”
“Pluck thou my flower, Oothoon the mild; Another flower shall spring, because the soul of sweet delight Can never pass away.”
“By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.”
“Flowers represent hope for us; but we do not represent hope for them! Let us keep the flowers in the soil; no plucking!”
“She plucked a twig and broke it, but she found no spring in it.”
“Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.”