Perfumes are the feelings of flowers, and as the human heart, imagining itself alone and unwatched, feels most deeply in the nighttime, so seems it as if the flowers, in musing modesty, await the mantling eventide ere they give themselves up wholly to feeling, and breathe forth their sweetest odours. Flow forth, ye perfumes of my heart, and seek beyond these mountains the dear one of my dreams!
~ Heinrich Heine, Translated from German, 1855
5x7 ampersand gessobord $30.00
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Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
~ Hans Christian Andersen
I really like this one...
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