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For these few days the hills are bright with cherry blossom. Longer, and we should not prize them so. (Yamabe no Akahito)

There is something of the essence of creative expression that informs and transcends all its manifestations - and when you touch it - magic! (Annie Bevan)

Color is all. When color is right, form is right. Color is everything, color is vibration like music; everything is vibration. (Marc Chagall)

I call architecture frozen music. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe)

I have hundreds of photographs I've taken that can often inspire me, and they may be photographs I've overlooked before. They can just look "different" this time, create a spark and a color mood that pushes me to my paints. (Nancy Tipton Steensen)

When your mind is simply trapped by the image out there so that you never make the reference to yourself, you have misread the image. (Joseph Campbell)

I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say, "he feels deeply, he feels tenderly." (Vincent van Gogh)

Art is a mystery. A mystery is something immeasurable. In so far as every child and woman and man may be immeasurable, art is the mystery of every man and woman and child. In so far as a human being is an artist, skies and mountains and oceans and thunderbolts and butterflies are immeasurable; and art is every mystery of nature.
(e. e. cummings, Forward to an Exhibit: II)

Through the generative power of His utterance the whole earth hath been made the recipient of the wondrous signs and tokens of Thy sovereignty, and the heavens have been filled with the revelations of Thine incomparable majesty, and the seas have been enriched with the sacred pearls of Thine omniscience and wisdom, and the trees adorned with the fruits of Thy knowledge. (Bahá’u'lláh)

Listen as the wind blows from across the great divide
Voices trapped in yearning, memories trapped in time.
The night is my companion and solitude my guide
Would I spend forever here and not be satisfied.
(Sarah McLachlan, Possession)

Flowers distill'd, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
(Shakespeare, Sonnet V)

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
(e.e. cummings)

Weeds are flowers, too...when you get to know them. W. Pooh)

... he will, through the loving care of the Holy Gardener drink in the crystal waters, of the spirit and of knowledge, like a young tree amid the rilling brooks. And certainly he will gather to himself the bright rays of the Sun of Truth, and through its light and heat will grow ever fresh and fair in the garden of life. ('Abdu'l-Bahá)

I am always hoping to make a discovery here, to express the feelings of two lovers by a marriage of two complementary colors, their minglings and their oppositions, the mysterious vibrations of kindred tones. (Vincent van Gogh)

The work will wait while you show the child the rainbow, but the rainbow won't wait while you do the work." (Patricia Clafford)

Colour possesses me. It will always possess me. That is the meaning of this happy hour: colour and I are one. I am a painter. (Paul Klee)

The utterance of God is a lamp, whose light is these words: Ye are the fruits of one tree, and the leaves of one branch. (Bahá’u'lláh)

Praise be to Thee, O Lord my God! I implore Thee, by Thy Name which none hath befittingly recognized, and whose import no soul hath fathomed; I beseech Thee, by Him Who is the Fountain-Head of Thy Revelation and the Day-Spring of Thy signs, to make my heart to be a receptacle of Thy love and of remembrance of Thee. Knit it, then, to Thy most great Ocean, that from it may flow out the living waters of Thy wisdom and the crystal streams of Thy glorification and praise. (Bahá’u'lláh)

Man is not body. The heart, the spirit, is man. And this spirit is an entire star, out of which, he is built. If therefore a man is perfect in his heart, nothing in the whole light of Nature is hidden from him. (Paracelsus Philippus Aureolus 1493-1541)

The Blessed Beauty saith: 'Ye are all the fruits of one tree, the leaves of one branch.' Thus hath He likened this world of being to a single tree, and all its peoples to the leaves thereof, and the blossoms and fruits. It is needful for the bough to blossom, and leaf and fruit to flourish, and upon the interconnection of all parts of the world-tree, dependeth the flourishing of leaf and blossom, and the sweetness of the fruit. ('Abdu'l-Bahá)

You are not copying nature, but responding to nature in full awareness, to the way nature expresses itself in that object. (Frederick Franck)

In our fine arts, not imitation, but creation is the aim... The details, the prose of nature, he should omit, and give us only the spirit and splendour. (Ralph Waldo Emerson)

What I have to do is utilize as best I can the ideas which objects suggest to me, connect, fuse, and color in my way the shadows they cast within me, illumine them from the inside. And since of necessity my vision is quite different from that of the next man, my painting will interpret things in an entirely different manner even though it makes use of the same elements. (Pablo Picasso)

Everything vanishes around me, and works are born as if out of the void. Ripe, graphic fruits fall off. My hand has become the obedient instrument of a remote will. (Paul Klee)

Flowers swung upon her branches like clusters of yellow flame, formed each to a glowing horn that spilled a golden rain upon the ground; and from the blossom of that tree there came forth warmth and a great light. ... as the Valar gazed it put forth blossom in exceeding great profusion, so that all its boughs were hidden by long swaying clusters of gold flowers like a myriad hanging lamps of flame, and light spilled from the tips of these and splashed upon the ground with a sweet noise. (J.R.R. Tolkien)

Assist the weak ones with the Supreme Energy; shelter the indigent ones near the asylum of Thy Greatest Majesty; strengthen the loins of those souls whose faces radiate with Thy lights and whose tongues become eloquent in the glorification and commemoration of Thy Name; make them the plants of Thy luminous orchard, the blossoms of Thy blessed tree, the leaves of Thy Sadrat-el-Montaha [The name of a tree planted by the Arabs in ancient times at the end of a road, to serve as a guide.] and the flowers of Thy exalted rose-garden! ('Abdu'l-Bahá)

Each moment of the year has its own beauty ... a picture which was never seen before and which shall never be seen again. (Ralph Waldo Emerson)

Whoso hath quaffed of the wine of divine knowledge will indeed be able to answer such questions with clear and perspicuous proofs from the world without and with manifest and luminous evidences from the world within. (Bahá’u'lláh)

He places a seed in the dust for the reason that it may in the day of distress, give fruit. (Sa'di, Persian Poet)

...may the Sun of Reality shine upon the east and west. The enveloping clouds shall pass away and the heat of the divine rays will dispel the mist. The reality of man shall develop and come forth as the image of God his creator. ('Abdu'l-Bahá)

life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
(e. e. cummings, Four VII)

And the phoenix flies straight and high back to Avalon.
Now I'm on my way back where I belong.
(Heart: Desire walks On/Back to Avalon)

Once I was a prisoner lost inside myself
With the world surrounding me
Wandering through the misery
But now I am free.
(Mariah Carey)