Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.
Interpretation
Flowers convey deeper emotions and meanings that often go beyond words.
In this quote, Lydia M. Child expresses the profound connection she feels with flowers, suggesting that they communicate messages and emotions that are difficult to articulate in language. She refers to flowers as the 'hieroglyphics of angels,' implying that they carry a divine significance and beauty that resonates with humanity, even if not everyone can fully understand their deeper implications.
In practice
During a memorial service, one might quote this to emphasize the beauty of life and nature.
Nature made us individuals, as she did the flowers and the pebbles; but we are afraid to be peculiar, and so our society resembles a bag of marbles, or a string of mold candles. Why should we all dress after the same fashion? The frost never paints my windows twice alike.
Misfortune is never mournful to the soul that accepts it; for such do always see that every cloud is an angel's face.
We first crush people to the earth, and then claim the right of trampling on them forever, because they are prostrate.
The dance of the flower in the wind, in the sun, in the rain, cannot be understood by the head; the heart has to be open for it.
We owe it to each other - and to our children and grandchildren - to leave our planet in a better state than when we found it.
Maybe nature is fundamentally ugly, chaotic and complicated. But if it's like that, then I want out.
Seafood is simply a socially acceptable form of bush meat. We condemn Africans for hunting monkeys and mammalian and bird species from the jungle yet the developed world thinks nothing of hauling in magnificent wild creatures like swordfish, tuna, halibut, shark, and salmon for our meals. The fact is that the global slaughter of marine wildlife is simply the largest massacre of wildlife on the planet.
We are all filled with a longing for the wild. There are few culturally sanctioned antidotes for this yearning. We were taught to feel shame for such a desire. We grew our hair long and used it to hide our feelings. But the shadow of Wild Woman still lurks behind us during our days and in our nights. No matter where we are, the shadow that trots behind us is definitely four-footed.
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts_x000D_ _x000D_ Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose.
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