Flower Quotes
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The tulip and the butterfly
Appear in gayer coats than I:
Let me be dressed fine as I will,
Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still.
Isaac Watts
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Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there.
Ray Bradbury
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I am aware of the changes, but in no sense am I believer that we live in a post-racial society. That's a description of our inheritance and that is theirs, which is inescapable. It is doesn't matter if you are from New England or Mississippi. You're an American. It doesn't matter if you are white, black, brown, or Asian. It is part of American society. You'd have to be blind, deaf, or dumb not to know it. The emphasis on color or the fear of it, is all part of the same dark flower. I am trying to point to that and to bring it all the way back from Senegal.
Russell Banks
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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.
Helen Keller
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Communism is the flower of idleness.
George Ticknor
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A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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How many million Aprils came before I ever knew how white a cherry bough could be, a bed of squills, how blue And many a dancing April when life is done with me, will lift the blue flame of the flower and the white flame of the tree Oh burn me with your beauty then, oh hurt me tree and flower, lest in the end death try to take even this glistening hour.
Sara Teasdale
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As a bee without harming the flower, its colour or scent, flies away, collecting only the honey, even so should the sage wander in the village.
Gautama Buddha
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Like the musician, the painter, the poet and the rest, the true lover of flowers is born, not made.
Celia Thaxter
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The heavy smell of flower petals stroked the walls of my lungs.
Haruki Murakami