The Flower Quotes

A very common flower adds generosity to beauty. It gives joy to the poor, to the rude, and to the multitudes who could have no flowers were nature to charge a price for her blossoms.

Christians should be like a flower store: the odor of sanctity should betray them wherever they are.

The would-bees take their honey from the flowers of creation.

I've named a couple things after Edgar Allan Poe: the cat, and my garden upstate, where I only planted black flowers and purple flowers - and there's a raven statue.

I fear no man, no woman; flower does not fear bird, insect nor adder.

I don't talk like House, or walk like him. I certainly don't think like him. I don't like to think for more than 15 minutes at a stretch actually; I am a fragile flower.

I always like to have flowers on the table. I think they make it look special.

A flower, when offered in the bud, is no vain sacrifice.

I think it's a good idea to take samples and live with them a little. So far I'm liking Creed's Spring Flower. I think I'm going to make it my regular scent.

There are crowds who trample a flower into the dust without thinking once that they have one of the sweetest thoughts of God under their heel.

Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.

Gavin saw a grave purely as a marker for the place where a corpse was decomposing; a nasty thought, yet people took it into their heads to visit and bring flowers, as though it might yet recover.

You will notice already that Mr. Baggins was not quite so prosy as he liked to believe, also that he was very fond of flowers.

Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.

Cruelty, as a fine art, has attained its perfect flower in the trained-animal world.

Flowers, leaves, fruit, are the air-woven children of light.

Sweet flower, thou tellest how hearts as pure and tender as thy leaf, as low and humble as thy stem, will surely know the joy that peace imparts.

O rose! the sweetest blossom, Of spring the fairest flower, O rose! the joy of heaven. The god of love, with roses His yellow locks adorning, Dances with the hours and graces.

Ulysses He ... saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid flatong flower.

When he plays all the flowers swap colors and years and decades and centuries of rain pour back into the sky

I cannot help thinking that it is more natural to have flowers grow out of the head than fruit.

I feel bad for people who die on Valentine's Day. How much would flowers cost then, ten grand?

For the Infinite has sowed his name in the heavens in burning stars, but on the earth He has sowed his name in tender flowers.

Art should look like art, trees and flowers and people, not weird shapes and splotches of color all smeared together.

Smoking wildwood flower got to be a habit, we didn't see no harm. We thought it was kind of handy, to take a trip and never leave the farm.

He who loves not flowers, has lost all love and fear of God.

Plants and flowers of the commonest kind can form a pleasing diary, because nothing which calls back to us the remembrance of a happy moment can be insignificant.

Where confidence is wanting, the most beautiful flower in the garland of love is missing.

All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.

She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.

The careful insect 'midst his works I view, Now from the flowers exhaust the fragrant dew, With golden treasures load his little thighs, And steer his distant journey through the skies.

If we'd put them in a vase in the living room, they would have been everyone's flowers. I wanted them to be my flowers.

Flowers spring to blossom where she walks The careful ways of duty; Our hard, stiff lines of life with her Are flowing curves of beauty.

They who wander widest lift No more of beauties' jealous veils, Than they who from their doorways see The miracle of flowers and trees.

Round the boles of the pine-wood the ground-laurel creeps, Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers, With buds scarcely swelled, which should burst into flowers!

Beneath the winter's snow lie germs of summer flowers.

Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably

Love is like a flower - you have to let it grow.

Gentlemen use books as Gentlewomen handle their flowers, who in the morning stick them in their heads, and at night strawe them at their heeles.

Wherever men are noble, they love bright colour; and wherever they can live healthily, bright colour is given them—in sky, sea, flowers, and living creatures.

Gonna rain like a cow pissin' on a flat rock" [drugstore clerk to detective Virgil Flowers] Dark of the Moon, p.7

It’s spring! Farewell To chills and colds! The blushing, girlish World unfolds Each flower, leaf And blade of sod— Small letters sent To her from God.

My parents told me I'd point to a bed of flowers and say 'Pink. Pretty,' before I knew any other words.

You cannot analyze a kiss any more than you can dissect the fragrance of flowers.

Maybe we can comprehend a flower or an insect, but we can never comprehend ourselves. Even less can we expect to comprehend the universe.

How describe the delicate thing that happens when a brilliant insect alights on a flower? Words, with their weight, fall upon the picture like birds of prey.

Scent is the soul of flowers, and sea flowers, as splendid as they may be, have no soul!

The short bloom of our brief and narrow life flies fast away. While we are calling for flowers and wine and women, old age is upon us.

I know this is maybe naive, but one day I hope there will be peace in the world. Maybe one day the flowers will come back.

roses are the only flowers at garden-parties; the only flowers that everybody is certain of knowing.