Flower Quotes

When the flower opens, the bees will come.

The trouble with flowers is that invariably, when I'm ready to photograph them, they are not in season.

... a country encapsulates our childhood and those lanes, byres, fields, flowers, insects, suns, moons and stars are forever reoccurring.

Every flower about a house certifies to the refinement of somebody. Every vine climbing and blossoming tells of love and joy

When we see the Beloved in each person, it's like walking through a garden, watching flowers bloom all around us.

The only difference between a flower and a weed is judgement.

Sow a seed and the earth will yield you a flower. Dream your dream to the sky and it will bring you your beloved.

The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.

The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.

I think that friendship always makes us feel such sweet gratitude, because the world almost always seems like a very hard desert, and the flowers that grow there seem to grow against such high odds.

I have seen flowers come in stony places And kind things done by men with ugly faces, And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races, So I trust, too.

Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close.

In my nostrils still lives the breath of flowers that perished twenty years ago.

Where unwilling dies the rose; buds the new another year.

A little rain can straighten a flower stem. A little love can change a life.

May, queen of blossoms, And fulfilling flowers, With what pretty music Shall we charm the hours? Wilt thou have pipe and reed, Blown in the open mead? Or to the lute give heed In the green bowers.

Generosity is an activity that loosens us up. By offering whatever we can - a dollar, a flower, a word of encouragement - we are training in letting go.

A root is a flower that disdains fame.

Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.

I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.

Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.

All beings are flowers blossoming In a blossoming universe.

Gems, in fact, are a species of mineral flowers; they are the blossoms of the dark, hard mine; and what they want in perfume, they make up in durability.

A flower can't choose the place where it blooms, and a child can't choose the parents she's born to

I want to play Geum Jandi in Boys over Flowers.

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles to day, Tomorrow will be dying.

Love is the flower you've got to let grow.

One flower may slay the winter and meet death.

Like the musician, the painter, the poet and the rest, the true lover of flowers is born, not made.

Nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn.

Memory can glean, but can never renew. It brings us joys faint as is the perfume of the flowers, faded and dried, of the summer that is gone.

God grows fragrant flowers of hope in the ashes of loss.

There are having flowers in Spring, breezes in Summer, moon in Autumn, snows in Winter. If there is nothing worrying over you, it will be the best seasons at all times.

Everything that's realistic has some sort of ugliness in it. Even a flower is ugly when it wilts, a bird when it seeks its prey, the ocean when it becomes violent.

Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

Whatever evil befalls us, we ought to ask ourselves... how we can turn it into good. So shall we take occasion, from one bitter root, to raise perhaps many flowers.

Kill all the men you have slept with. Put the bones in a box and send it into the sea with flowers.

I don't make proper flower arrangements; mine just grow, like the garden.

Beauty is a fading flower,Truth is but a wizard's tower,Where a solemn death-bell tolls,And a forest round it rolls.

You write about my flower as if I think and see what you think and see of the flower - and I don't.

As a plant produces its flower, so the psyche creates its symbols.

I like doing food as a focal point on my table. It is not like going out and buying flowers or candles, which are expensive.

I've waited a long time to show these flowers how pretty you are.

This planet is not terra firma. It is a delicate flower and it must be cared for. It's lonely. It's small. It's isolated, and there is no resupply. And we are mistreating it.

From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.

Flowers lead to books, which lead to thinking and not thinking and then more flowers and music, music. Then many more flowers and many more books.

Personality is to a man what perfume is to a flower.

Once a month, a woman turns from a beautiful flower into an angry hippopotamus.

How can you consider flower power outdated? The essence of my lyrics is the desire for peace and harmony. That's all anyone has ever wanted. How could it become outdated?