Quotes about flower
flower water needs
[...] even in the cruelest human being there can exist a flower of good. Maybe just the tiniest blossom, in need of water and sunlight, but a flower just the same. Meg Cabot
flower moon desire
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers Matsuo Basho
flower world
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world. Matsuo Basho
flower lovely rice
For a lovely bowl Let us arrange these flowers... For there is no rice Matsuo Basho
flower bells temples
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers. Matsuo Basho
flower views blooming
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty. Matsuo Basho
flower long faces
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God. Matsuo Basho
flower thinking moon
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon. Matsuo Basho
flower book garden
There is usually no dreamer so unworldly as the anthologist. He wanders in a vast garden, lost in wonder, unable to decide often between flowers of equal loveliness. ... The true anthologist has the greatest difficulty in finishing his book. There is always just one more, a new, delicious discovery. Mary Webb
flower white water
Then Carol slipped her arm under her neck, and all the length of their bodies touched fitting as if something had prearranged it. Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wondered Patricia Highsmith
flower miracle tree
Yes, it is true. I am a miracle. I am a miracle like a tree is a miracle, like a flower is a miracle. Now, if I am a miracle, can I do a bad thing? I can't, because I am a miracle, I am a miracle. . . . Pablo Casals
flower horizon each-day
In you is the illusion of each day. You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers. You undermine the horizon with your absence. Eternally in flight like the wave. Pablo Neruda
flower vases spurs
I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases..... Pablo Neruda
flower moving light
Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence, without you moving, slicing the noon like a blue flower, without you walking later through the fog and the cobbles, without the light you carry in your hand, golden, which maybe others will not see, which maybe no one knew was growing like the red beginnings of a rose. In short, without your presence: without your coming suddenly, incitingly, to know my life, gust of a rosebush, wheat of wind: since then I am because you are, since then you are, I am, we are, and through love I will be, you will be, we will be. Pablo Neruda
flower air dust
We are dust and to dust return. In the end we're neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt, neither more nor less, just dirt, and maybe some yellow flowers. Pablo Neruda
flower love-you kissing
I love you between shadow and soul. I love you as the plant that hasn't bloomed yet, and carries hidden within itself the light of flowers. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. Because of you, the dense fragrance that rises from the earth lives in my body, rioting with hunger for the eternity of our victorious kisses. Pablo Neruda
flower proud sun
The flower has opened, has been in the sun and is unafraid. I'm taking more chances; I'm bold and proud. Paula Cole
flower patterns cosy
There's nothing more comfortable than a cosy flower pattern. Kurt Cobain
flower heart two
She wished she could visit Mariam's grave, to sit with her awhile, leave a flower or two. But she sees now that it doesn't matter. Mariam is never very far.... Mariam is in her own heart, where she shines with the bursting radiance of a thousand suns. Khaled Hosseini
flower animal feet
You are a flower crushed beneath the feet of the animal that is concealed in a human being. Take comfort, in that you are the flower crushed and not the foot that has crushed it. Khalil Gibran
flower snow storm
The snow and the storm destroy the flower; but its seed they cannot kill. Khalil Gibran
flower may faces
Be like a flower and turn your face to the sun. Khalil Gibran
flower passion light
The brooks flow to their lover, the sea, and the flowers smile at the object of their passion, the light. The mist rolls down to its beloved, the valley. And I? In me is what brooks do not know, what flowers do not hear, what the mist does not apprehend. You see me alone in my love, solitary in my yearning. Khalil Gibran
flower dark night
Because the soul is like a flower that folds its petals when dark comes, and breathes not its fragrance into the phantoms of the night. Khalil Gibran
flower faces sun
Be like the flower, turn your faces to the sun. Khalil Gibran
flower heart garden
And now you ask in your heart, ‘How shall we distinguish that which is good in pleasure from that which is not good?’ Go to your fields and your gardens, and you shall learn that it is the pleasure of the bee to gather honey of the flower, But it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to the bee. For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life, And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love, And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy. * People of Orphalese, be in your pleasures like the flowers and the bees. Khalil Gibran
flower men degenerates
Where flowers degenerate man cannot live. Napoleon Bonaparte
flower men
Wherever flowers cannot be reared, there man cannot live. Napoleon Bonaparte
flower butterfly firefly
I will become a firefly and even in the day my glow will be seen in spite of the sun. Let others be as butterflies who preen their wings yet depend on the charity of a flower for life. Og Mandino
flower forever dies
The Flower that once has blown forever dies. Omar Khayyam
flower moving heart
What is poetry? Do not enquire. The secret dies by prying. How does the heart beat? I fainted when I saw it on the screen, opening and closing like a flower ... Poetry is like this, it is life moving, terrible, vivid. Look the other way when you write, or you might faint. Elizabeth Smart
flower fists
I always held my flower in a clenched fist. Eric Hoffer
flower writing oddities
Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it's the answer to everything. ... It's the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it's a cactus. Enid Bagnold