Famous Quotes & Sayings

Francis Bacon

A good name is like precious ointment ; it filleth all round about, and will not easily away; for the odors of ointments are more durable than those of flowers.

Francesca Lia Block

the rain is coming. little sister, the night broke. the thunder cracked my brain finally. the rain is coming, i promise you. i didn’t mean to but your tears will bring life back. purple flowers grow, the colour blood looks in the veins. they’ll sprout out of my chest. i promise you they’ll crack the ground, grow over the freeways, down the slopes to the sea. i’ll be in their faces. i’ll be in the waves, coming down from the sky. i’ll be inside the one who holds you. and then i won’t be.

Francesca Lia Block

The circus tent was flowing pale in the rain like a fleshy flower lit from within. It seemed to bloom in the downpour. Drops of rain caught on Rafe's eyelashes, blinding him as the circus light struck them. He groped for the flap, that slit in the fabric that would reveal her to him. She was on the rope again, her skirt flashing with tiny mirrors, hair braided with petals. He looked up at her, dizzy with it, seeing her face framed in the parasol. There were bluish shadows around her eyes.

Francesca Lia Block

I dreamed you were standing in this dark place and you touched these dead flowers and they lit up like they were electric or something. Electric lilies. Lighting up the Valley.

Francesca Lia Block

Flowers are reincarnation. They come out of the earth of our ashes. Nothing else looks so soul-like.

Francesca Lia Block

She was no longer a slow dreamer watching the flowers grow. She was a warrior now. Warriors need something to fight for though, beside their lives, because otherwise their lives will not be worth it.

Francesca Lia Block

You were just a boy on a bed in a room, like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken glass. But the way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers and rainbows and insects and planets, magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew ...

Frances Mayes

...outrageous flowers swagging off balconies like bright skirts of ballgowns...

George Washington Carver

When I touch that flower, I am not merely touching that flower. I am touching infinity. That little flower existed long before there were human beings on this earth. It will continue to exist for thousands, yes, millions of years to come.

George Washington Carver

All flowers talk to me and so do hundreds of little living things in the woods. I learn what I know by watching and loving everything.

George Santayana

Reason and happiness are like other flowers; they wither when plucked.

George Meredith

Lowly, with a broken neck, The crocus lays her cheek to mire.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

George Orwell

Why should be fruit be held inferior to the flower?

George R. R. Martin

You look pale, Sansa," Cersei observed. "Is your red flower still blooming?" "Yes" "How apt. The men will bleed out there, and you in here.

George R. R. Martin

Catelyn had never liked this godswood. She had been born a Tully, at Riverrun far to the south, on the Red Fork of the Trident. The godswood there was a garden, bright and airy, where tall redwoods spread dappled shadows across tinkling streams, birds sang from hidden nests, and the air was spicy with the scent of flowers.

George Carlin

Flowers are one of the few things we buy, bring home, watch die, and we don't ask for our money back.

Garry Winogrand

Two people could look at the same flowers and feel differently about them. Why not? I'm not making ads. I couldn't care less.

Gail Sheehy

The fundamental steps of expansion that will open a person, over time, to the full flowering of his or her individuality are the same for both genders. But men and women are rarely in the same place struggling with the same questions at the same age.

Fernando Pessoa

I look for myself but find no one. I belong to the chrysanthemum hour of bright flowers placed in tall vases. I should make an ornament of my soul.

Fernando Pessoa

But my sadness is comforting Because it’s right and natural And because it’s what the soul should feel When it already thinks it exists And the hand pick flowers And the soul takes no notice.

Felicia Hemans

A passion for flowers, is, I think, the only one which long sickness leaves untouched with its chilling influence.

Henry Miller

All the men she's been with and now you, just you, and the barges going by, masts and hulls, the whole damned current of life flowing through you, through her, through all the guys behind you and after you, the flowers and the birds and the sun streaming in and the fragrance of it choking you, annihilating you.

Henri Frederic Amiel

Never to tire, never to grow cold; to be patient, sympathetic, tender; to look for the budding flower and the opening heart; to hope always; like God, to love always--this is duty.

Henri Frederic Amiel

Each bud flowers but once and each flower has but its minute of perfect beauty; so, in the garden of the soul each feeling has, as it were, its flowering instant, its one and only moment of expansive grace and radiant kingship.

Helen Keller

Is love the sweetness of flowers?

Helen Keller

During the first nineteen months of my life I had caught glimpses of broad, green fields, a luminous sky, trees and flowers which the darkness that followed could not wholly blot out. If we have once seen, "the day is ours, and what the day has shown."

Helen Keller

I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me.

Helen Keller

People often ... have no idea how fair the flower is to the touch, nor do they appreciate its fragrance, which is the soul of the flower.

Cassandra Clare

Oh, the universe had outdone herself. The universe would be send flowers.

George Eliot

I always think the flowers can see us, and know what we are thinking about.

Geoffrey Chaucer

And she was fair as is the rose in May.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Santiago Nasar had often told me that the smell of closed-in flowers had an immediate relation to death for him.