I had the chance today to watch a young lady I know skip around and pick flowers in a small field. She told me later that she had decided, she wouldn't mind picking flowers even though they die soon afterwords, because 'she would rather be picked and live for a day with someone then to never be picked and live a week alone.' I must admit that she seems to always be able to make me smile.
This is the type of interesting sayings that she would like. H.W. Beecher said, "What a pity flowers can utter no sound?-A singing rose, a whispering violet, a murmuring honeysuckle,-oh, what a rare and exquisite miracle would these be!" I enjoy word pictures like these which, contrary to the common 'a picture speaks a thousand words' mentality, rouse the mind from slumber and awake the imagination to new heights that I believe a picture never could.
So tell me, would you rather be picked and live with someone for a day, or would you rather live a week alone?
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