Flower Quotes
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.
Nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn.
Like the musician, the painter, the poet and the rest, the true lover of flowers is born, not made.
Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
There are so many colors in the rainbow So many colors in the morning sun So many colors in the flower and I see every one.
I'd like to divide myself in order to see, among these mountains, each and every flower of every cherry tree.
Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
He has created the poor savage with no guide but natural law, and it is to their hearts that He deigns to stoop. They are His wild flowers whose homeliness delights Him.
Beauty is God's handwriting — a wayside sacrament; welcome it in every fair face, every fair sky, every fair flower, and thank for it Him.
The urban man is an uprooted tree, he can put out leaves, flowers and grow fruit but what a nostalgia his leaf, flower, and fruit will always have for mother earth!
Creativity is our true nature; blocks are an unnatural thwarting of a process at once as normal and as miraculous as the blossoming of a flower at the end of a slender green stem.
However old a conjugal union, it still garners some sweetness. Winter has some cloudless days, and under the snow a few flowers still bloom.
Until we can comprehend the beguiling beauty of a single flower, we are woefully unable to grasp the meaning and potential of life itself.
Just opening quietly for moments everyday can create a path by which life can reach us, the way rain carves a little stream in the earth by which the smallest flowers are watered.
I like jewellery because it's forever. Flowers die, chocolates get eaten and lingerie wears out in the wash. Plus, the girl is reminded of you every time she wears it. It's a wise move.
And let them pass, as they will too soon, With the bean-flowers' boon, And the blackbird's tune, And May, and June!
For they (art and music) are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.
All the flower children were as alike as a congress of accountants and about as interesting.
The flower has opened, has been in the sun and is unafraid. I'm taking more chances; I'm bold and proud.
The Flower of My Secret is definitely more based in true emotions. I also wanted to make something more realistic, but not naturalistic or simple.
The autumn breeze rises on the shore at Fukiage- and those white chrysanthemums are they flowers? or not? or only breakers on the beach?
Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.
To 'be loved' is the most basic of human needs. Like a flower, it waters the human soul. But 'to love' is a true blessing.
Ever since I could remember anything, flowers have been like dear friends to me, comforters, inspirers, powers to uplift and to cheer.
A creature revolting against a creator is revolting against the source of his own powers-including even his power to revolt...It is like the scent of a flower trying to destroy the flower.
Sweet May hath come to love us, Flowers, trees, their blossoms don; And through the blue heavens above us The very clouds move on.
The tear, down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dewdrop on the rose; When next the summer breeze comes by And waves the bush, the flower is dry.
If the rose puzzled its mind over the question how it grew, it would not have been the miracle that it is.
Not quite birds, as they were not quite flowers, mysterious and fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures.
Keep the child within alive. A child never tires of hearing the birds sing, never gets bored looking at flowers.
The scenery, when it is truly seen, reacts on the life of the seer. How to live. How to get the most of life.... How to extract its honey from the flower of the world.
Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.
Beauty is but a flower Which wrinkles will devour; Brightness falls from the air; Queens have died young and fair; Dust hath closed Helen's eye.
The path of a good woman is indeed strewn with flowers; but they rise behind her steps, not before them.
I always like my trailer or hotel room to have fresh flowers or pillows I find at a local flea market - anything to personalize the environment.
A profusion of pink roses being ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring.
Humbly serving all with their beauty, flowers say more to us about God than anything else. Each one brings a message that the Heavenly Father is right here.