The Flower Quotes
Spring's an expansive time: yet I don't trust March with its peck of dust, Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers, Nor even May, whose flowers One frost may wither thro' the sunless hours.
For there is a sound reasoning upon all flowers. For flowers are peculiarly the poetry of Christ.
How sure I feel, how warm and strong and happy For the future! How sure the future is within me; I am like a seed with a perfect flower enclosed.
When we really let go, we become everything. At that point we are identified with all things: the flower, the oak tree, the morning star.
Too late I stayed, - forgive the crime! Unheeded flew the hours; How noiseless falls the foot of time That only treads on flowers.
There is something inspiring and sublime about the little forget-me-not flower. I hope it will be a symbol of the little things that make your lives joyful and sweet.
Yet, though it is like this, simply, flowers fall amid our longing and weeds spring up amid our antipathy.
We are a species that has lost its way. Everything natural, every flower or tree, and every animal have important lessons to teach us if we would only stop, look, and listen.
The golden age is not in the past, but in the future; not in the origin of human experience, but in its consummate flower; not opening in Eden, but out from Gethsemane.
Weeds grow sometimes very much like flowers, and you can't tell the difference between true and false merely by the shape.
Our judgment ripens; our imagination decays. We cannot at once enjoy the flowers of the Spring of life and the fruits of its Autumn.
The little wind-flower, whose just opened eye Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.
It was a perfect spring afternoon, and the air was filled with vague, roving scents, as if the earth exhaled the sweetness of hidden flowers.
But my sadness is comforting Because it’s right and natural And because it’s what the soul should feel When it already thinks it exists And the hand pick flowers And the soul takes no notice.
Is not this lily pure? What fuller can procure A white so perfect, spotless clear As in this flower doth appear?
Women are not the weak, frail little flowers that they are advertised. There has never been anything invented yet, including war, that a man would enter into, that a woman wouldn't, too.
Watering the flowers and the trees, whispering to them, talking to them. Then, they will grow to be more bright and luxuriant.
For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
I sold flowers. I didn't sell myself. Now you've made a lady of me I'm not fit to sell anything else.
O Day after day we can't help growing older. Year after year spring can't help seeming younger. Come let's enjoy our winecup today, Nor pity the flowers fallen.
People often ... have no idea how fair the flower is to the touch, nor do they appreciate its fragrance, which is the soul of the flower.
If Terri was upset about how silly she would look, her mother was completely undone. Seems she wanted Terri in her full natural bloom, not with any blooming flower.
Where the most beautiful wild flowers grow, there mans spirit is fed and poets grow.
I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me.
I don't believe in playing down to children, either in life or in motion pictures. I didn't treat my own youngsters like fragile flowers, and I think no parent should.
I usually spend Valentines Day with my friends. But if I did have a girlfriend, I'd bring her flowers and candy.
Many a humble soul will be amazed to find that the seed it sowed in weakness, in the dust of daily life, has blossomed into immortal flowers under the eye of the Lord.
The spring's already at the gate With looks my care beguiling; The country round appeareth straight A flower-garden smiling.
The Spring is here--the delicate footed May, With its slight fingers full of leaves and flowers, And with it comes a thirst to be away. In lovelier scenes to pass these sweeter hours.
With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears.
Took flowers from a hearse, romanced a nurse. Put the girl asleep, then I went through her purse.
There are cases in which the blade springs, but the plant does not go on to flower. There are cases where it flowers, but no fruit is subsequently produced.
Think beyond the vase! If you have a vase of flowers on a dining table for a quick dinner party, think about scattering flower petals, leaves, or even fruit along the tabletop.
Gardening was something I learned in my youth when I was unhappy. I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
It is the stain and disgrace of the age to envy virtue, and to be anxious to crush the very flower of dignity.
That quest for something pretty. A cheat. A cliche. Flowers and Christmas lights, it's what we're programmed to love.
All things are symbols: the external shows Of Nature have their image in the mind , As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves.
I watched a rose-bud very long Brought on by dew and sun and shower, Waiting to see the perfect flower: Then when I thought it should be strong It opened at the matin hour And fell at even-song.
We lean on Faith; and some less wise have cried, "Behold the butterfly, the see that's cast!" Vain hopes that fall like flowers before the blast! What man can look on Death unterrified?
