A Quote by Sylvia Plath

The first time I saw a fingerbowl was at the home of my benefactress. [...] The water had a few cherry blossoms in it, and I thought it must be some clear sort of Japanese after-dinner soup and ate every bit of it, including the crisp little blossoms.
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
The ancients waited for cherry blossoms, grieved when they were gone, and lamented their passing in countless poems. How very ordinary the poems had seemed to Sachiko when she read them as a girl, but now she knew, as well as one could know, that grieving over fallen cherry blossoms was more than a fad or convention.
Koishikawa Korakuen Garden - one of Tokyo's oldest Japanese gardens, and one of the best spots for viewing the cherry blossoms.
the Japanese school year begins in spring ... so mothers can send off their children as cherry blossoms fall from the branches.
If I were asked to explain the Japanese spirit, I would say it is wild cherry blossoms glowing in the morning sun!
Along the wide curving moat surrounding the palace, rows of cherry trees announced the end of their seasonal beauty. Some of the trees were weeping: blossoms in white and palest pink, ponderous with decreptitude, eddying on the brown water, stirred by the paddling of ducks.
Break open the cherry tree: where are the blossoms? Just wait for spring time to see how they bloom.
We celebrate the cherry tree not for its efficiency but for its effectiveness - and for its beauty. Its materials are in constant flow, and all those thousands of useless cherry blossoms look gorgeous. Then they fall to the ground and become soil again, so there's no problem
The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.
On a moonlit night, after a snowfall, or under cherry blossoms, it adds to our pleasure if, while chatting at our ease, we bring forth the wine cups.
I have a pretty good memory, but memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then they fade and die.
For in spite of the snapdragons and the duty millers and the cherry blossoms, it was always winter.
Break open A cherry tree And there are no flowers; But the spring breeze Brings forth myriad blossoms.
Look at the cherry blossoms! Their color and scent fall with them, Are gone forever, Yet mindless The spring comes again.
If there were no cherry blossoms in this world How much more tranquil our hearts would be in spring.
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