Flower Quotes

I pray, what flowers are these? The pansy this, O, that's for lover's thoughts.

Bees work for man, and yet they never bruise Their Master's flower, but leave it having done, As fair as ever and as fit to use; So both the flower doth stay and honey run.

One can't paint New York as it is, but rather as it is felt.

I have things in my head that are not like what anyone has taught me - shapes and ideas so near to me - so natural to my way of being and thinking that it hasn't occurred to me to put them down.

We blossom under praise like flowers in sun and dew; we open, we reach, we grow.

But they none of them create the psychological conditions in which I first saw, or desired to see, the flower.

I always figure I have this tree and there's always some green fruit that's not ready to pick or blossoms that are ready to flower; there are always some ready to drop off too.

I have looked upon all the universe has to hold of horror,and even the skies of spring and flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me.

There are still some terrible cliches in the presentation of Indian fiction. The lotus flower. The hennaed hands. In mainland Europe, people still slap these images on my books and I go bananas.

Like flowers scattered in a storm, a man's life is a long farewell.

The lotus flower is troubled At the sun's resplendent light; With sunken head and sadly She dreamily waits for the night.

Man is saved by love and duty, and by the hope that springs from duty, or rather from the moral facts of consciousness, as a flower springs from the soil.

I can alter my life by altering my attitude. He who would have nothing to do with thorns must never attempt to gather flowers.

Earthly pride is like the passing flower, that springs to fall, and blossoms but to die.

To analyze the charms of flowers is like dissecting music; it is one of those things which it is far better to enjoy, than to attempt to fully understand.

All things are symbols: the external shows Of Nature have their image in the mind , As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves.

When flowers are full of heaven-descended dews, they always hang their heads; but men hold theirs the higher the more they receive, getting proud as they get full.

Flowers . . . have a mysterious and subtle influence upon the feelings, not unlike some strains of music. They relax the tenseness of the mind. They dissolve its rigor.

Creativity is no less challenging or exciting when the mystery is stripped from the creative process. The most beautiful flowers grow under careful cultivation from common soil.

The great secret of social alchemy is to profit best from each stage in our lives, to gather all its leaves in spring, all its flowers in summer, and all its fruits in autumn.

A careful observation of Nature will disclose pleasantries of superb irony. She has for instance placed toads close to flowers.

Folly is like the growth of weeds, always luxurious and spontaneous; wisdom, like flowers, requires cultivation.

I will allow only my Lord to possess my sacred lotus pond, and every night you can make blossom in me flowers of fire.

The essence of true nobility is neglect of self. Let the thought of self pass in, and the beauty of a great action is gone, like the bloom from a soiled flower.

Here come the hum the golden bees Underneath full blossomed trees, At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned.

Good heavens, of what un costly material is our earthly happiness composed... if we only knew it. What incomes have we not had from a flower, and how unfailing are the dividends of the seasons.

For one thing, she pronounced flowers 'flars' and I couldn't let it slide.

Girls, do not scrub and cook and scour until you have no time left to plant a tree, or vine or flower.

You have to observe flowers in order to find the right tones for the folds of clothes.

I couldn't have found a better man than Brad. He still opens doors for me and brings me flowers. He's the sweetest goofball on the planet.

From seeds of his body blossomed the flower that liberated a people and touched the soul of a nation.

The typical nature photograph shows a butterfly on a pretty flower. The conservation photograph shows the same thing, but with a bulldozer coming at it in the background.

Yellow melon flowers Crawl beneath the withered peach-trees; A date-palm throws its heavy fronds of steel Against the scoured metallic sky.

Through the open door A drowsy smell of flowers -grey heliotrope And white sweet clover, and shy mignonette Comes fairly in, and silent chorus leads To the pervading symphony of Peace.

If there were nothing else to trouble us, the fate of the flowers would make us sad.

With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears.

Repentance clothes in grass and flowers the grave in which the past is laid.

A flower more sacred than far-seen success Perfumes my solitary path; I find Sweet compensation in my humbleness, And reap the harvest of a quiet mind.

Holding occasion by the hand, Not over nice 'twixt weed and flower, Waiving what none can understand, I make mine hour.

Rhetoric in serious discourses is like the flowers in corn; pleasing to those who come only for amusement, but prejudicial to him who would reap profit from it.

Criticism, that fine flower of personal expression in the garden of letters.

We're like a gardener with a hose and our attention is water - we can water flowers or we can water weeds.

Creativity is the life force that Dylan Thomas called 'the force that through the green fuse drives the flower.

After his death the gardener does not become a butterfly, intoxicated by the perfumes of the flowers, but a garden worm tasting all the dark, nitrogenous, and spicy delights of the soil.

You can grow flowers from where dirt use to be.

Because the soul is like a flower that folds its petals when dark comes, and breathes not its fragrance into the phantoms of the night.

You are a flower crushed beneath the feet of the animal that is concealed in a human being. Take comfort, in that you are the flower crushed and not the foot that has crushed it.

Mother does not exist, like water that has given life to a flower and then disappeared. Mothers live somewhere after giving birth to us.

Romance isn't about proving to someone you love them with flowers and greeting cards and chocolate. Or even a lock on a fence. It's a daily reminder. It's saying, I choose you. Today and every day.

There's nothing more comfortable than a cosy flower pattern.