Flowers Quotes


The earth laughs in flowers.

Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.

Taggerung

Brian Jacques

Taggerung
Crying    Emotion    Emotions    Flowers    Fruit    Growing    Nature    Sadness    Sunlight    Tears    Trees    Water

It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses.

Collapse    Curiosity    Flowers    Friendly    Friends    Grief    Letter    Love    Smile    Tears

Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair...

Dance    Flowers    Happiness    Happy    Joy    Summer    Sun    Wild

She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her...

Flowers    Love    Roses

A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.

Les Miserables

Victor Hugo

She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank. She smoked cigarettes and had midnight swims...

I must have flowers, always, and always.

I felt after I finished Slaughterhouse-Five that I didn’t have to write at all anymore if I didn’t want to. It was the end of some sort of career. I don’t know why, exactly. I suppose that flowers, when they’re through blooming, have some sort of awareness of some purpose having been served. Flowers didn’t ask to be flowers and I didn’t ask to be me. At the end of Slaughterhouse-Five…I had a shutting-off feeling…that I had done what I was supposed to do and everything was OK .

Author    Awareness    Bloom    Book    Books    Complete    Finished    Flowers    Slaughterhouse five    Writing

A weed is but an unloved flower.

Acceptance    Flowers    Gardening    Love    Weeds

What we do see depends mainly on what we look for. ... In the same field the farmer will notice the crop, the geologists the fossils, botanists the flowers, artists the colouring, sportmen the cover for the game. Though we may all look at the same things, it does not all follow that we should see them.

Artists    Botanists    Farmer    Flowers    Fossils    Game    Geologists    Inspirational    Perspective    Seeing    Sight    Sportsmen

Butterflies are self propelled flowers.

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

A Midsummer Night's Dream

William Shakespeare

A Midsummer Night's Dream

For millions of years flowers have been producing thorns. For millions of years sheep have been eating them all the same. And it's not serious, trying to understand why flowers go to such trouble to produce thorns that are good for nothing? It's not important, the war between the sheep and the flowers? It's no more serious and more important than the numbers that fat red gentleman is adding up? Suppose I happen to know a unique flower, one that exists nowhere in the world except on my planet, one that a little sheep can wipe out in a single bite one morning, just like that, without even realizing what he'd doing - that isn't important? If someone loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that's enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. He tells himself 'My flower's up there somewhere...' But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it's as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn't important?

Flowers    Importance    Longing    Love    Protection    Roses    Sheep    Stars    Thorns    Uniqueness    War

A flower blossoms for its own joy.

Beauty    Flowers    Happiness    Joy

who wants flowers when youre dead? nobody.

since the thing perhaps is
to eat flowers and not to be afraid

Fear    Flowers    Poetry

The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.

Camino Real

Tennessee Williams

Camino Real

Nobody sees a flower - really - it is so small it takes time - we haven't time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.

Georgia O'Keeffe

Georgia O'Keeffe

In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends.

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.

What a lovely thing a rose is!"
He walked past the couch to the open window and held up the drooping stalk of a moss-rose, looking down at the dainty blend of crimson and green. It was a new phase of his character to me, for I had never before seen him show any keen interest in natural objects.
"There is nothing in which deduction is so necessary as religion," said he, leaning with his back against the shutters. "It can be built up as an exact science by the reasoner. Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.

The Naval Treaty

Arthur Conan Doyle

The Naval Treaty
Deduction    Flowers    Goodness    Hope    Nature    Providence    Reason    Religion    Roses

who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
( and if you and I should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where
always
it's
Spring)and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves

Astronomy    Balloon    Flowers    Hot air balloon    Luna    Lunar    Moonlight    Spring

He said that we belonged together because he was born with a flower and I was born with a butterfly and that flowers and butterflies need each other for survival.

The Declaration

Gemma Malley

The Declaration
Anna    Butterflies    Butterfly    Death    Flower    Flowers    Gemma    Life    Love    Malley    Peter    The declaration

Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.

You’re frustrated because you keep waiting for the blooming of flowers of which you have yet to sow the seeds.

Action    Flowers    Frustration    Life    Seeds    Success

Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.

I was surrounded by friends, my work was immense, and pleasures were abundant. Life, now, was unfolding before me, constantly and visibly, like the flowers of summer that drop fanlike petals on eternal soil. Overall, I was happiest to be alone; for it was then I was most aware of what I possessed. Free to look out over the rooftops of the city. Happy to be alone in the company of friends, the company of lovers and strangers. Everything, I decided, in this life, was pure pleasure.

Abundance    Alone    Aloneness    Company    Flowers    Friends    Joy    Life    Pleasure    Pleasures    Possessions    Roman payne    Solitude    Summer

Butterflies are not insects,' Captain John Sterling said soberly. 'They are self-propelled flowers.

Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.

Birth    Dark    Flowers    Life

God will reward you,' he said. 'You must be an angel since you care for flowers.

One hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and smoky purple lilies.
They’re straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won’t die.

Raff,' Katsa said, 'your problem is that your heart's not in it. We need to find something to strengthen your defensive resolve. What if you pretended he's trying to smash your favorite medicinal plant?'
'The rare blue safflower,' Bann suggested.
'Yes,' Katsa said gamely, 'pretend he's after your snaffler.'
'Bann would never come after my rare blue
safflower
,' Raffin said distinctly. 'The very notion is absurd.'
'Pretend he's not Bann. Pretend he's your father.

Don't let the tall weeds cast a shadow on the beautiful flowers in your garden.

Men were created before women. ... But that doesn't prove their superiority – rather, it proves ours, for they were born out of the lifeless earth in order that we could be born out of living flesh. And what's so important about this priority in creation, anyway? When we are building, we lay foundations on the ground first, things of no intrinsic merit or beauty, before subsequently raising up sumptuous buildings and ornate palaces. Lowly seeds are nourished in the earth, and then later the ravishing blooms appear; lovely roses blossom forth and scented narcissi.

Birth    Building    Dignity    Empowerment    Flowers    Gender    Men    Ornament    Priority    Roses    Self esteem    Superiority    Women

Creating is living doubly. The groping, anxious quest of a Proust, his meticulous collecting of flowers, of wallpapers, and of anxieties, signifies nothing else.

It is easier to tell a person what life is not, rather than to tell them what it is. A child understands weeds that grow from lack of attention, in a garden. However, it is hard to explain the wild flowers that one gardener calls weeds, and another considers beautiful ground cover.

How right it is to love flowers and the greenery of pines and ivy and hawthorn hedges; they have been with us from the very beginning.

It is said there are flowers that bloom only once in a hundred years. Why should there not be some that bloom once in a thousand, in ten thousand years? Perhaps we never know about them simply because this "once in a thousand years" has come today.

We

Yevgeny Zamyatin

We

I have lost my smile,
but don't worry.
The dandelion has it.

Flowers    Poetry    Smile

One person's weed is another person's wildflower.

A fallen blossom
returning to the bough, I thought --
But no, a butterfly.

I'll cover you in flowers someday, Julie-girl.

Flowers    Julie    Luke    True love

Sometimes I wake up and lie still enough to hear a petal drop from the vase of flowers. Sometimes I lie awake and wish there was someone to hear my falling.

In a rich moonlit garden, flowers open beneath the eyes of entire nations terrified to acknowledge the simplicity of the beauty of peace.

Yes, just like those flowers. There's something strained, but there's beauty in that. Something like that

Battle Royale

Koushun Takami

Battle Royale

The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing.

Drood

Dan Simmons

Drood

If Springtime crawls out of the
wild mouths of flowers, then
surely, Winter crawls out of mine.

Flowers    Poetry    Seasons    Spring    Wild    Winter

Know that...there's plenty of food and of course popcorn on the dining-room table. Just...help yourself. If that runs out just let me know. Don't panic. And there's coffee, both caff and decaf, and soft drinks and juice in the kitchen, and plenty of ice in the freezer so...let me know if you have any questions with that.' And lastly, since I have you all here in one place, I have something to share with you. Along the garden ways just now...I too heard the flowers speak. They told me that our family garden has all but turned to sand. I want you to know I've watered and nurtured this square of earth for nearly twenty years, and waited on my knees each spring for these gentle bulbs to rise, reborn. But
want
does not bring such breath to life. Only love does. The plain, old-fashioned kind. In our family garden my husband is of the genus
Narcissus
, which includes daffodils and jonquils and a host of other ornamental flowers. There is, in such a genus of man, a pervasive and well-known pattern of grandiosity and egocentrism that feeds off this very kind of evening, this type of glitzy generosity. People of this ilk are very exciting to be around. I have never met anyone with as many friends as my husband. He made two last night at Carvel. I'm not kidding. Where are you two? Hi. Hi, again. Welcome. My husband is a good man, isn't he? He is. But in keeping with his genus, he is also absurdly preoccupied with his own importance, and in staying loyal to this, he can be boastful and unkind and condescending and has an insatiable hunger to be seen as infallible. Underlying all of the constant campaigning needed to uphold this position is a profound vulnerability that lies at the very core of his psyche. Such is the narcissist who must mask his fears of inadequacy by ensuring that he is perceived to be a unique and brilliant stone. In his offspring he finds the grave limits he cannot admit in himself. And he will stop at nothing to make certain that his child continually tries to correct these flaws. In actuality, the child may be exceedingly intelligent, but has so fully developed feelings of ineptitude that he is incapable of believing in his own possibilities. The child's innate sense of self is in great jeopardy when this level of false labeling is accepted. In the end the narcissist must compensate for this core vulnerability he carries and as a result an overestimation of his own importance arises. So it feeds itself, cyclically. And, when in the course of life they realize that their views are not shared or thier expectations are not met, the most common reaction is to become enraged. The rage covers the fear associated with the vulnerable self, but it is nearly impossible for others to see this, and as a result, the very recognition they so crave is most often out of reach. It's been eighteen years that I've lived in service to this mindset. And it's been devastating for me to realize that my efforts to rise to these standards and demands and preposterous requests for perfection have ultimately done nothing but disappoint my husband. Put a person like this with four developing children and you're gonna need more than love poems and ice sculpture to stay afloat. Trust me. So. So, we're done here.

This is the spot where I will lie
When life has had enough of me,
These are the grasses that will blow
Above me like a living sea.
These gay old lilies will not shrink
To draw their life from death of mine,
And I will give my body's fire
To make blue flowers on this vine.
"O Soul," I said, "have you no tears?
Was not the body dear to you?"
I heard my soul say carelessly,
"The myrtle flowers will grow more blue.

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