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.
As I'm traveling around, I meet many small children. And when I look at a small and think how we've harmed this beautiful planet since I was that age, I feel a kind of desperation, anger, shame. I don't know what I feel; I just don't know what the emotion is.
A baby nursing at a mother's breast... is an undeniable affirmation of our rootedness in nature.
London perpetually attracts, stimulates, gives me a play and a story and a poem, without any trouble, save that of moving my legs through the streets... To walk alone through London is the greatest rest.
Truffles must come to the table in their own stock and as you break open this jewel sprung from a poverty-stricken soil, imagine - if you have never visited it - the desolate kingdom where it rules.
I must go down to the sea again For the call of the running tide It's a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied.
The tree is stripped,_x000D_ _x000D_ All color, fragrance gone,_x000D_ _x000D_ Yet already on the bough,_x000D_ _x000D_ Uncaring spring!
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