“IN MEMORIAM: FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE She whom we love, our Lady of Compassion, Can never die, for Love forbids her death. Love has bent down in his old kindly fashion, And breathed upon her his immortal breath. On wounded soldiers, in their anguish lying, Her gentle spirit shall descend like rain. Where the white flag with the red cross is flying, There shall she dwell, the vanquisher of pain.” PainSpiritLyingDiesWhiteCompassionFashionRedRainCrossesBreathsSoldierFlyingGentleImmortalFlagsWoundedBentAnguishNightingalesFlorenceRed CrossWhite FlagFlorence NightingaleWounded SoldierGentle Spirit Book:Summer of Love Source: Summer of Love
“Though this new forest grew mightily, elsewhere the mighty jungles fell. Elsewhere the coastal rain forests that furred the body of the world were torn and riven. Elsewhere the last of the old growth the last of the world's own garment were ripped away. It was in this time, now, that the mother of us all was stripped naked and left to die in shame of her children, she who had been robed in glory like this, adorned like this. I bent my head upon the roots and wept, sorrowing for the trees.” WorldChildrenBodyLastsMotherDiesLeftGrowthTreeGrewGloryRainRootsShameForestsNakedElsewhereBentTornJungleGarmentsRippedCoastal Author:Sheri S. Tepper
“When I look at small things, I think I shall go on living: drops of rain, leather gloves shrunk by being wet... When I look at something too big, I want to die: the Diet Building, or a map of the world.” ThinkingWorldWantLooksBigsDiesBuildingGoes OnRainDietsMapsWetSmall ThingsLeatherGlovesWanting To DieI Want To Die Author:Kobo Abe
“Why is it that nobody cries out, nobody spits in their faces, nobody jumps at their throats? We doff our caps to the S.S. men returning from the little wood; if our name is called out we obediently go with them to die, and we do nothing. We starve, we are drenched by rain, we are torn from our families. What is this mystery? This strange power of one man over another? This insane passivity that cannot be overcome? Our only strength is our great number; the gas chambers cannot accommodate all of us.” IfsMenLittlesFacesDiesNamesNumbersMysteryCryStrangeRainOvercomingWoodsInsaneOur FamilyGasOne ManThroatTornChamberCapsSpitAccommodatePassivityPower Of OneGas Chambers Author:Tadeusz Borowski