andrebagoo:

I don’t want everlasting flowers, and I don’t want to offer them to anybody else. A flower passes, and that perhaps is the best of it. If we can take it in its transience, its breath, its maybe mephistophelian, maybe palely ophelian face, the look it gives, the gesture of its full bloom, and the ways it turns upon us to depart – that was the flower, we have had it, and no immortelle can give us anything in comparison.

D.H. Lawrence, Foreward to the Expurgated Edition of Pansies (1929)