Flower Quotes

A thousand plastic flowers don't make a desert bloom. A thousand empty faces don't fill an empty room".

I know I shall not live very long... If I've painted three good pictures, then I shall leave gladly with flowers in my hand and my hair.

The buddah can reside in the gears of a motorcycle as easily as in a flower on a mountaintop. To believe otherwise is to demean the buddah; which is to demean one's self.

The Zen master walks in his garden, alone. There is no traffic there. There is no shopping there. There are only the flowers.

There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.

A profusion of pink roses being ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring.

I work with language. I love the flowers of afterthought.

Every moment of this strange and lovely life from dawn to dusk, is a miracle. Somewhere, always a rose is opening its petals to the dawn. Somewhere, always, a flower is fading in the dusk.

Poetry is the silence and speech between a wet struggling root of a flower and a sunlit blossom of that flower.

When I die, there will be people who send flowers to Ethel Mertz.

Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.

But for one's health as you say, it is very necessary to work in the garden and see the flowers growing.

Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violets dandelions And the big bullying daisies through the field wonderful with eyes a little sorry Another comes also picking flowers

Flowers are like visible messages from God.

Those flowers were picked by illegal immigrants. And they're not voting for you, b*tch.

The silence of a flower: a kind of silence which we continually evade, of which we find only the shadow in dreams.

How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.

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.

Look, we don't love like flowers with only one season behind us; when we love, a sap older than memory rises in our arms.

And if tonight my soul may find her peace in sleep, and sink in good oblivion, and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.

The path of a good woman is indeed strewn with flowers; but they rise behind her steps, not before them.

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.

O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken primrose fading timelessly.

The flower of kindness will grow. Maybe not now, but it will some day. And in kind that kindness will flow, for kindness grows in this way.

Simplicity is the law of nature for men as well as for flowers.

Pretty women without religion are like flowers without perfume.

By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose!

It was all so far away - there was quiet and an untouched feel to the country and I could work as I pleased.

I found that when I talk to the little flower or to the little peanut they will give up their secrets . . .

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: Of April, May, or June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides, and of the bridal cakes.

I've always thought my flowers had souls.

I love an old-school gentleman. Picking me up for dates, sending flowers, holding the door open, I love it all.

We must remain as close to the flowers, the grass, and the butterflies as the child is who is not yet so much taller than they are.

Reading music is like listening to flowers. I don't understand the concept.

I don't accept flowers. I take nothing perishable.

Spirituality is a flower with a thousand petals: every act, every thought, every talk, every movement of our heart is a part of it.

The blooming of a flower is, in my mind, not a miracle. It's something that we can understand on the basis of molecular biology these days.

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its fragrance on the desert air.

January gray is here, like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, march with grief doth howl and rave, and April weeps -- but, O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers.

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams.

It's okay to send flowers, but don't let the flowers do all the talking. Flowers have a limited vocabulary. About the best flowers can say is that you remembered. But your words tell the rest.

If nothing once, you nothing lose, For when you die you are the same; The space between is but an hour, The frail duration of a flower.

I am as one who is left alone at a banquet, the lights dead and the flowers faded.

I don't really get romance. Bring me fish or moose, not flowers.

The foxglove, with it's stately bells Of purple, shall adorn thy dells.

All the flowers of all the tomorrows are in the seed of today.

Life is not only full of sound and fury. It also has butterflies, flowers, art.

The Path of Love is not a tedious Path. It's a Path of joy. It's a Path of singing and dancing. It's not a desert. It is a valley of flowers

Without the gift of flowers and the infinite diversity of their fruits, man and bird, if they had continued to exist at all, would be today unrecognizable.

The lotus grows in muddy waters but this flower does not show any trace of it: So we have to live in the world.