Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment, rooted in the ground. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Imagination which comes into play in falling in love is different from any other. Certainly in my case, and Ive fallen in love all my life, one imagines the person to be as you want them to be. They frequently turn out to be someone different, for better or worse. – Mary Wesley
