Quotes about flower
flower soul lips
Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower. Victor Hugo
flower mind age
In my old age there is a coming into flower. My body wanes; my mind waxes. Victor Hugo
flower sailing bud
Everything speaks: the flowing airstream and the sailing halycon, the blade of grass, the flower, the bud, the element; did you imagine the universe to be otherwise? Victor Hugo
flower animal ethics
In the relations of humans with the animals, with the flowers, with all the objects of creation, there is a whole great ethic scarcely seen as yet. Victor Hugo
flower angel rewards
God will reward you,' he said. 'You must be an angel since you care for flowers. Victor Hugo
flower water want
You have to water the flowers you want to grow. Stephen Covey
flower heart woods
Pure at heart: to be like a flower that blooms as gloriously, brilliantly in a secluded wild wood, not seen and praised. Vanna Bonta
flower sleep buried
Yes. I killed him. And buried her in flowers," I say. "And I sang her to sleep. Suzanne Collins
flower swimming sight
Four people wheel out a huge wedding cake from a side room. Most of the guests back up, making way for this rarity, this dazzling creation with blue-green, white-tipped icing waves swimming with fish and sailboats, seals and sea flowers. But I push my way through the crowd to confirm what I knew at first sight. As surely as the embroidery stitches in Annie's gown were done by Cinna's hand, the frosted flowers on the cake were done by Peeta's. Suzanne Collins
flower use brushes
I merely feel emptyness. A hollow of dead brush where flowers use to bloom. Suzanne Collins
flower games down-and
Something inside me shuts down and I'm too numb to feel anything. It's like watching complete strangers in another Hunger Games. But I do notice they omit the part where I covered her in flowers. Right. Because even that smacks of rebellion. Suzanne Collins
flower blue flare-up
It's there. The white rose among the dried flowers in the vase. Shriveled and fragile, but holding on to that unnatural perfection cultivated in Snows greenhouse. I grab the vase, stumble down to the kitchen, and throw its contents into the embers. As the flowers flare up, a burst of blue flame envelops the rose and devours it. Fire beats roses again. Suzanne Collins
flower night tree
The woods always look different at night...as if the daytime trees and flowers and stones had gone to bed and sent slightly more ominous versions of themselves to take their places. Suzanne Collins
flower eye men
The eyes of men love to pluck the blossoms from the faded flowers they turn away. Sophocles
flower hands people
Carrie was a terrific piece of work. At the end of the movie comes, when Amy Irving kneels down to put the flowers on Carrie's grave, a hand comes up through the grave and seizes her by the arm. The audience went to the roof, totally to the roof. It was just the most amazing reaction. And I thought, 'We have a monster hit on our hands. Brian De Palma has done something new. He's actually created a shock ending that shocks an audience that was ready for a horror film.' And there were several people who did it after that. Stephen King
flower rain wind
Any action, like any act of magic, is in some sense an act of faith ... I've seen the desert bloom, the flower that emerges from the barest hint of water, and I know the power of life will rise, stubborn and persistent to be renewed. May our actions be the wind that brings the rain. Starhawk
flower thinking ideas
To have ideas is to gather flowers; to think is to weave them into garlands. Sophie Swetchine
flower love-you remember-you
I, the soul named Wanderer, love you, human Ian and that will never change no matter what I might become. If I were a Dolphin or a Bear or a Flower, it wouldn't matter. I would always love you, always remember you. You will be my only partner." - Wanda, The Host Stephenie Meyer
flower roots hundred
Are not all loves secretly the same? A hundred flowers sprung from a single root. Tanith Lee
flower hands essence
I imbue this place with my essence, every stone and every drop. My visit will do wonders for the flowers." Aly propped her chin on her hand. "So does manure," she observed. Tamora Pierce
flower tree mind
The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower. Sylvia Plath
flower order civilization
The function of the rebel is to shake the fixated mores of the rigid order of civilization; and this shaking, though painful, is necessary if the society is to be saved from boredom and apathy. Obviously I do not refer to everyone who calls himself a rebel, but only to the authentic rebel. Civilization gets its first flower from the rebel. Rollo May
flower thinking bed
And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the carnation and the pink. Rupert Brooke
flower silence tongue
But learn this custom from the flower: silence your tongue. Rumi
flower lips i-smile
I smile like a flower not only with my lips but with my whole being. Rumi
flower years trying
Be crumbled. So wild flowers will come up where you are. You have been stony for too many years. Try something different. Surrender. Rumi
flower night sky
Flowers every night Blossom in the sky; Peace in the Infinite, At peace am I. Rumi
flower night sky
Flowers open every night across the sky, a breathing peace, and sudden flame catching. Rumi
flower people honest
(M)aybe we too busy being flowers or fairies or strawberries instead of something honest and worthy of respect . . . you know . . . like being people. Toni Cade Bambara
flower moon long
I'd like to go to another planet, which I might live long enough to accomplish. Just get on a spaceship and go. But not the moon. I don't see any flowers there. The moon is too close. I want to go further. Shirley MacLaine
flower mad tree
I don't know why women are so mad about flowers. Personally, they leave me cold. I prefer trees. Sue Townsend
flower fall rivers
But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever. Robert Burns
flower violet snowdrops
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn. Robert Burns