Rosa Tot Quotes

Nec si quot placidis ignea noctibus Scintillant tacito sydera culmine, Nec si quot tepidum flante Favonio Ver suffundit humo rosas, Tot sint ora mihi...

Luther Burbank was born in a brick farmhouse in Lancaster Mass, he walked through the woods one winter crunching through the shinycrusted snow stumbling into a little dell where a warm spring was and found the grass green and weeds sprouting and skunk cabbage pushing up a potent thumb, He went home and sat by the stove and read Darwin Struggle for Existence Origin of Species Natural Selection that wasn't what they taught in church, so Luther Burbank ceased to believe moved to Lunenburg, found a seedball in a potato plant sowed the seed and cashed in on Darwin’s Natural Selection on Spencer and Huxley with the Burbank potato. Young man go west; Luther Burbank went to Santa Rosa full of his dream of green grass in winter ever- blooming flowers ever- bearing berries; Luther Burbank could cash in on Natural Selection Luther Burbank carried his apocalyptic dream of green grass in winter and seedless berries and stoneless plums and thornless roses brambles cactus— winters were bleak in that bleak brick farmhouse in bleak Massachusetts— out to sunny Santa Rosa; and he was a sunny old man where roses bloomed all year everblooming everbearing hybrids. America was hybrid America could cash in on Natural Selection. He was an infidel he believed in Darwin and Natural Selection and the influence of the mighty dead and a good firm shipper’s fruit suitable for canning. He was one of the grand old men until the churches and the congregations got wind that he was an infidel and believed in Darwin. Luther Burbank had never a thought of evil, selected improved hybrids for America those sunny years in Santa Rosa. But he brushed down a wasp’s nest that time; he wouldn’t give up Darwin and Natural Selection and they stung him and he died puzzled. They buried him under a cedartree. His favorite photograph was of a little tot standing beside a bed of hybrid everblooming double Shasta daisies with never a thought of evil And Mount Shasta in the background, used to be a volcano but they don’t have volcanos any more.

Die Westerse samelewing het so verwyderd geraak van die geestelike sfeer dat hulle die dood beskou as die ergste ding wat die mens kan tref, maar laat ek jou nou sê, Rosa, daar’s veel erger dinge as die dood: eensaamheid, uitsigloosheid, verguising, verwerping, verwaarlosing, ’n lewe sonder liefde …” Hy het gesug. “Die dood is ’n wegkomkans van hierdie sinloosheid, en ’n poort tot ’n nuwe, betekenisvolle bestaan.

Perquè l'amor d'en Miquel no em pot oferir tots aquells matisos que, més enllà del sexe, valoren el nostre desig carnal, i menys encara aquests sentiments que, per exemple, va haver-hi entre en Raül i jo, entre en Josep Maria i jo, entre nosaltres dos, també, Maria Rosa, tot això que potser, en un moment determinat, té el seu origen en el sexe però que des d'allí s'eixampla fins a fer-se prou gran i independent per a tenir vida pròpia, i aleshores és aquesta altra vida, aquests altres sentiments, que enriqueixen el nostre desig i converteixen la possessió en alguna cosa més que un simple contacte, una simple penetració dels cossos adolorits i afanyosos de dissoldre's en un espasme; converteixen la cobejança sexual en una simple modalitat, necessària, és clar, però no pas única, del nostre amor.