Flowers Quotes
Our love is like a flower.First you need to plant the seeds.Then you give it love, water and nutrients.The you watch it grow and grow.And finally it blossoms to become you.
During Xtha-cka Zhi-ga The-the, the Killer of Flowers Moon. I will wade across the river of the blackfish, the otter, the beaver. I will climb the bank where the willow never dies.
Nourish yourself with the water of love to grow flowers of happiness in the garden of your heart.
Wounds are the fertile ground where flowers of kindness and wisdom will grow and thrive.
Nature suffers the most but never complains. Flowers never forget to bloom and beautify the world.
Flowers carry not only beauty but also the silent song of love. You just have to feel it.
Whenever we see a deserted rose, we immediately think about a broken relationship and we imagine the sadness they went through without thinking the poor dead rose ever!
If you are a kind and a peaceful person, you will see yourself when you look at an elegant flower!
Over time, we would learn each other, and I would learn to love her like a mother loves a daughter, imperfectly and without roots.
I would keep her, and raise her, and love her, even if she had to teach me how to do it.
I appreciate the beauty and balm of flowers but I have never enjoyed receiving them because then I have to watch them die, and worse...throw them away.
She hated the way roses smelled, their sweetness too fragile. She wanted a garden of evergreens. A garden of stones. A garden of swords.
There's nothing quite like the pleasure you get from plants and flower, " he said to himself. "They certainly do cheer you up.
Gods must be crazyFlowers must be daisyClouds must be hazyWinds must be lazyWhat else it could be…My heart must be in love lately…
The same thing that had happened with the flowers was happening with my longing: once I held it in my hands, I didn't know where to put it.
In the village, a sage should go about Like a bee, which, not harmingFlower, colour or scent, Flies off with the nectar.
I have gathered a posy of other men's flowers and nothing but the thread that binds them is mine own.
Passion is a rare flower that grows on the precipice of death. A few snatch it, and the rest are like an ox chewing its cud in a field.
Better a crust of black bread than a mountain of paper confections, Better a daisy in earth than a dahlia cut and gathered, Better a cowslip with root than a prize carnation without it
The frozen flowers never go away. They hang around somewhere all the time. I think we need to talk about vases.Did you hear the sound of the white flower?
Flowers are always more serious than they appear.
Wildflowers don't grow haphazardly us we are led to believe. They grow in fantastic patterns which are different to each of us you see.
The bougainvillea hung about it, purple and magenta, in livid balloons.
One character all messages had in common was vague generality. "Fly away with me, " a tussie-mussie might suggest, but never "Meet me at the railway depot at six-thirty.
A great perfumer can take the visual perfection of living flowers and materials and elongate and morph it's lifespann into olfactory bliss.
I’m not going to be part of this, ” said Leo. He opened his hand and dropped the flowers. Fragrant, obedient, they beheaded themselves on Saina’s salvaged-wood floors.
A great perfumer can take the visual perfection of living flowers and materials and elongate and morph it's lifespan into olfactory bliss.
