Quotes about flower
flower sleep sunshine
I've been sleeping through my life Now I'm waking up And I want to stand in the sunshine I have never been ecstatic Had a flower but it never bloomed In the darkness of my wasted youth It was hiding in the shadows Learning to become invisible Uncover me Juliana Hatfield
flower fall delicate-things
How describe the delicate thing that happens when a brilliant insect alights on a flower? Words, with their weight, fall upon the picture like birds of prey. Jules Renard
flower kissing fragrance
You cannot analyze a kiss any more than you can dissect the fragrance of flowers. Josh Billings
flower loss ashes
God grows fragrant flowers of hope in the ashes of loss. Karen Kingsbury
flower garden expression
Criticism, that fine flower of personal expression in the garden of letters. Joseph Conrad
flower bumps arms
He laughed, and it raised goose-bumps on my arms. "Oh,ma petite ,ma petite , you are precious." Just what I wanted to hear. "So how are you getting here?" "My private jet." Of course, he had a private jet. "When can you be here?" "I will be there as soon as I can, my impatient flower." "I prefer ma petite to flower. Laurell K. Hamilton
flower marigolds rounds
Open afresh your rounds of starry folds, Ye ardent Marigolds. John Keats
flower passive receptive
Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive. John Keats
flower knowledge eye
Let us not go hurrying about and collecting honey, bee-like buzzing here and there for a knowledge of what is not to be arrived at, but let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive, budding patiently under the eye of Apollo, and taking hints from every noble insect that favours us with a visit - sap will be given us for meat and dew for drink. John Keats
flower hair wind
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers. John Keats
flower air rose
Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close. John Keats
flower sleep winter
Shed no tear - O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more - O, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root's white core. John Keats
flower differences space
Once a century, all of a certain kind of bamboo flower on the same day. Whether they are in Malaysia or in a greenhouse in Minnesota makes no difference, nor does the age or size of the plant. They flower. Some current of an inner language passes between them, through space and separation, in ways we cannot explain in our language. They are all, somehow, one plant, each with a share of communal knowledge. Linda Hogan
flower imagination wit
Wit is the flower of the imagination. Livy
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
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 moving goldfish
Goldfish are flowers ... flowers that move. Han Suyin
flower adventure literature
And so I will take back up my poor life, so plain and so tranquil, where phrases are adventures and the only flowers I gather aremetaphors. Gustave Flaubert
flower heart dust
The hearts of women are like those little pieces of furniture with secret hiding - places, full of drawers fitted into each other; you go a lot of trouble, break your nails, and in the bottom find some withered flower, a few grains of dust - or emptiness! Gustave Flaubert