When you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.

Some people do not even want to look at a person when the person is alive, but when the person dies they write eloquent obituaries and make offerings of flowers. At that point the person has died and cannot really enjoy the fragrance of the flowers anymore. If we really understood and remembered that life was impermanent, we would do everything we could to make the other person happy right here and right now.

I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. I never offer flowers to those I love; I never wish to receive them from hands dear to me.

I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
to lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free.

Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.

XXXVII. The dying need but little, dear, — A glass of water's all, A flower's unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret, And certainly that one No color in the rainbow Perceives when you are gone.

The living have no place at the feasts of the dead.

Poor dead flower? when did you forget you were a flower?

Why do people give each other flowers? To celebrate various important occasions, they’re killing living creatures? Why restrict it to plants? 'Sweetheart, let’s make up. Have this deceased squirrel.

If you hear I'm dead, don't come to my funeral.

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

Ninguna persona que merece tus lagrimas. Y quien las merezcas no te hara llorar.

Frost kills the flowers that bloom out of season...

Perfume is the soul of the flower, and sea-flowers have no soul.