Famous Quotes & Sayings

James Joyce

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.

James Russell Lowell

Suddenly all the sky is hid As with the shutting of a lid, One by one great drops are falling Doubtful and slow, Down the pane they are crookedly crawling, And the wind breathes low; Slowly the circles widen on the river, Widen and mingle, one and all; Here and there the slenderer flowers shiver, Struck by an icy rain-drop’s fall.

James Russell Lowell

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

Friedrich Schiller

If you would attain to your highest, go look upon a flower;what the flower does willessly, that do willingly.

Jon Kabat-Zinn

Buckminster Fuller himself was fond of stating that what seems to be happening at the moment is never the full story of what is really going on. He liked to point out that for the honey bee, it is the honey that is important. But the bee is at the same time nature's vehicle for carrying out cross-pollination of the flowers. Interconnectedness is a fundamental principle of nature. Nothing is isolated. Each event connects with others.

Luc de Clapiers

Glory fills the world with virtue, and, like a beneficent sun, covers the whole earth with flowers and with fruits.

Longchenpa

Let the flower of compassion blossom in the rich soil of maître, and water it with the good water of equanimity in the cool, refreshing shade of joy.

John Clare

Love lives with Nature, not with lust. Go find her in the flowers.

Lurlene McDaniel

The stems stood tall and straight, one series arranged in a single line, the other in a crudely shaped heart, the final one in the shape of the letter U. I love you.

Barack Obama

I will stand with the Muslims should the political winds shift in an ugly direction.

Ami Ayalon

Once we agree on the future, the present will be much easier. A captain who does not know where he wants to sail, there is no wind on Earth that will bring him there. We have first to decide where we want to go, where we want to sail.

Terry Goodkind

Over the millennia the seed of stories planted in the fertile soil of bits and scraps of facts was watered by wishes and began to take root and grow. Eventually, a bountiful fruit of rumors burst forth, to be spread on the wind of whispers that said we hid a fabled hoard of gold. Nothing could convince the believers that it was not true. The truth does not glitter for these people like gold does.