"How can a flower stand in a field with many others who are more beautiful and graceful than she and know that she is the one you want?" "Maybe if the flower stops looking at herself in comparison to others and noticed the fact that I've walked past all the other flowers and stopped right in front of her, getting my hands and knees dirty, laboring under the heat of the sun and the whip of the wind, so I could carefully dig her up and carry her home with me."
ninyatippett, Virtue and Vice









