"he becomes aware, for the first time in his life, the beauty of flowers. it seemed absurd that anyone should take joy in something so small and temporary when there were surely greater, more permanent things to pin ambitions.he himself wanted glory and intensity.
to be detained by a flower is a symbol of a dangerous resignation. the love of flowers is a consequence of modesty and an accommodation of disappointment. somethings need to go permanently wrong before we can start to admire the stem of a rose or the petals of a bluebell. but once we realize that the larger dreams are always compromised in some way, with what gratitude we may then to these minuscule islands of serene perfection and delight. " - alain de botton, the course of love