From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.
— Edvard Munch (via larmoyante)
People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, ‘Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.’ I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.
— Carl Rogers (via purplebuddhaproject)