What did Scott Hastie mean by: Everyday can be extraordinary And ripe, Like a flower burst, If the will is there. - Scott Hastie Copy
+ Ultimately not one amongst us Will ever be denied that, The glimmer of a chance to shine. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Scott Hastie, Chance, Denied, Shining, 0 - Scott Hastie
+ On the canvas of life, Every sweep of the brush matters, Counts for something. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Scott Hastie, Brushes, Canvas, 0 - Scott Hastie
+ Ours was such a delicious risk. My being abruptly and altogether Ecstatic and be-stilled. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Scott Hastie, Delicious, Risk, 0 - Scott Hastie
+ Nothing that truly matters Can ever evaporate, Be excised, Burnt out of your soul. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Scott Hastie, Soul, 0 - Scott Hastie
+ A permanent path That, once illuminated, Goes ever onward – a way home. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Scott Hastie, Home, Path, 0 - Scott Hastie
+ When in love or inspired, An eternal kiss from the divine Awaits us all. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Scott Hastie, Divine, Inspiration, Kissing, 0 - Scott Hastie
+ Sublime moments refracted, Even if only for seconds, Caught forever in your soul. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Scott Hastie, Soul, Sublime, 0 - Scott Hastie
+ Together we all live every moment On the very brink; The razor’s edge Of ecstasy or disaster. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Scott Hastie, Moments, Razors, Together, 0 - Scott Hastie
You have to observe flowers in order to find the right tones for the folds of clothes. - Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres Painter · France
For me, art, and especially music, exist to elevate us as far as possible above everyday existence. - Gabriel Faure
Art is like a border of flowers along the course of civilization. - Lincoln Steffens Journalist · USA
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
