Quotes about flow
flower men battle
I do not find it easy to send the flower of our youth, our finest young men, into battle. Lyndon B. Johnson
flower garden fool
The garden where you sit Has never a need of flowers, For you are the blossoms And only a fool or the blind Would fail to know it Louis de Bernieres
flower garden errors
There are strange flowers of reason to match each error of the senses. Admirable gardens of absurd beliefs, forebodings, obsessions and frenzies. Unknown, ever-changing gods take shape there. Louis Aragon
flower errors strange
There are strange flowers of reason to match each error of the senses. Louis Aragon
flower wine eye
The music, and the banquet, and the wine-- The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments-- The white arms and the raven hair--the braids, And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace, An India in itself, yet dazzling not. Lord Byron
flower years rose
Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year. Lord Byron
flower heaven earth
But mighty Nature bounds as from her birth; The sun is in the heavens, and life on earth: Flowers in the valley, splendor in the beam, Health on the gale, and freshness in the stream. Lord Byron
flower light sky
It has always irked me as improper that there are still so many people for whom the sky is no more than a mass of random points of light. I do not see why we should recognize a house, a tree, or a flower here below and not, for example, the red Arcturus up there in the heavens as it hangs from its constellation Bootes, like a basket hanging from a balloon. M. C. Escher
flower thinking effort
I once saw, on a flower pot in my own living room, the efforts of a field mouse to build a remembered field. I have lived to see this episode repeated in a thousand guises, and since I have spent a large portion of my life in the shade of a nonexistent tree I think I am entitled to speak for the field mouse. Loren Eiseley
flower men diversity
Without the gift of flowers and the infinite diversity of their fruits, man and bird, if they had continued to exist at all, would be today unrecognizable. Loren Eiseley
flower generosity benefits
Let us not only scatter benefits, but even strew flowers for our fellow-travellers, in the rugged ways of this wretched world. Lord Chesterfield
flower bees avoided
I've avoided work all my life, you see. So, I'm like a bee. I go from flower to flower. Malachy McCourt
flower book thinking
Flowers lead to books, which lead to thinking and not thinking and then more flowers and music, music. Then many more flowers and many more books. Maira Kalman
flower flower-life
The flower of life blooms in love and radiates love all around it. Maharishi Mahesh Yogi
flow cry gravity
And I was crying for gravity. It had sent me down the stairs, and I'd thought that meant something, but maybe it was just the direction that all things tend to flow. Gabrielle Zevin
flower dying paint
I paint flowers to prevent them from dying Frida Kahlo
flower artist paint
I paint flowers so they will not die. Frida Kahlo
flower language-of-love sky
Again and Again, however, we know the language of love, and the little churchyard with its lamenting names and the staggeringly secret abyss in which others find their end: again and again the two of us go out under the ancient trees, make our bed again and again between the flowers, face to face with the skies Maggie Stiefvater
flower years blood
O Earth! all bathed with blood and years, yet never / Hast thou ceased putting forth thy fruit and flowers. Madame de Stael
flower farewell men
Like flowers scattered in a storm, a man's life is a long farewell. Haruki Murakami
flow lost
Not everything was lost in the flow of time Haruki Murakami
flower gay light
A vi'let on the meadow grew, That no one saw, that no one knew, It was a modest flower. A shepherdess pass'd by that way-- Light footed, pretty and so gay; That way she came, Softly warbling forth her lay. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
flower illusion fade-away
The flowers of life are but illusions. How many fade away and leave no trace. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
flower remembrance diaries
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. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
flower bees honey
The flowers are full of honey, but only the bee finds out the sweetness. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
flower slides one-thing
For one thing, she pronounced flowers 'flars' and I couldn't let it slide. James Thurber
flower writing leaving
At forty my faculties may have closed up like flowers at evening, leaving me unable to write my memoirs with a fitting and discreet inaccuracy, or, having written them, unable to carry them to the publisher. James Thurber
flower dark snow
Dark-green and gemm'd with flowers of snow, With close uncrowded branches spread Not proudly high, nor meanly low, A graceful myrtle rear'd its head. James Montgomery
flower eye air
Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand, And on the sun's noon-glory gaze; With eye like his, thy lids expand, And fringe their disk with golden rays: Though fix'd on earth, in darkness rooted there, Light is thy element, thy dwelling air, Thy prospect heaven. James Montgomery
flower eye sky
There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky. James Montgomery
flower thinking hands
I like to think how easily Nature will absorb London as she absorbed the mastodon, setting her spiders to spin the winding-sheet and her worms to fill in the grave, and her grass to cover it pitifully up, adding flowers - as an unknown hand added them to the grave of Nero. Edward Thomas
flower winter land
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed The speculating rooks at their nests cawed And saw from elm tops, delicate as flower of grass, What we below could not see, Winter pass. Edward Thomas
flower dust losing
As well as any bloom upon a flower I like the dust on the nettles, never lost Except to prove the sweetness of a shower. Edward Thomas