Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes

I believe flowers have souls. I have known roses that I expect to meet in heaven.

I think that, when you die, you go back to where you came from before you were born. So I don't think death is a bad thing.

Flowers are reincarnation. They come out of the earth of our ashes. Nothing else looks so soul-like.

This is the spot where I will lie When life has had enough of me, These are the grasses that will blow Above me like a living sea. These gay old lilies will not shrink To draw their life from death of mine, And I will give my body's fire To make blue flowers on this vine. "O Soul," I said, "have you no tears? Was not the body dear to you?" I heard my soul say carelessly, "The myrtle flowers will grow more blue.

I think reincarnation is possible. Hopefully, we all get recycled.

It is not more surprising to be born twice than once; everything in nature is resurrection.

Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one.

Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.

Life comes from the earth and life returns to the earth.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

I believe in the immortality of all creatures.

Die and born again, die and born again. It's the story of my life.

Destroying is a necessary function in life. Everything has its season, and all things eventually lose their effectiveness and die.

Life is an endless cycle for those who believe in reincarnation.

You could wonder for hours what flowers mean, but for me, they're life itself, in all its happy brilliance. We couldn't do with out flowers. Flowers help you forget life's tragedies.

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.

Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand, And on the sun's noon-glory gaze; With eye like his, thy lids expand, And fringe their disk with golden rays: Though fix'd on earth, in darkness rooted there, Light is thy element, thy dwelling air, Thy prospect heaven.

Lovely flowers are the smiles of god's goodness.

All these souls, after they have passed away a thousand years, are summoned by the divine ones in great array, to the lethean river. . . . In this way they become forgetful of the former earthlife, and re-visit the vaulted realms of the world, willing to return again into living bodies.

Nature doth thus kindly heal every wound. By the mediation of a thousand little mosses and fungi, the most unsightly objects become radiant of beauty. There seem to be two sides of this world, presented us at different times, as we see things in growth or dissolution, in life or death. And seen with the eye of the poet, as God sees them, all things are alive and beautiful.

The moment we take our last breath on earth, we take our first in heaven.

I don't know... there's something kind of beautiful about it, don't you think? That we keep living and growing even though our world is a corpse? That we keep coming back no matter how many of us die?

Where flowers bloom so does hope.