Flower Quotes
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I'm not a wilting flower. I'm honest, so I pick a lot of fights. I've burned a lot of bridges.
Scott Thompson
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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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Now you must practice to see something without allowing any thought to rise. Then you start sucking through your Spirit the beauty, the glory, the fragrance of a flower.
Nirmala Srivastava
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We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of on good rain and black loam.
Ray Bradbury
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All your renown is like the summer flower that blooms and dies; because the sunny glow which brings it forth, soon slays with parching power.
Dante Alighieri
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How happily, how happily, the flowers die away! / Oh! Could we but return to earth as easily as they.
Caroline Anne Southey
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The heavy smell of flower petals stroked the walls of my lungs.
Haruki Murakami
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There is to me a daintiness about early flowers that touches me like poetry. They blow out with such a simple loveliness among the common herbs of pastures, and breathe their lives so unobtrusively, like hearts whose beatings are too gentle for the world.
Nathaniel Parker Willis
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I think the sun is a flower, That blooms for just one hour.
Ray Bradbury
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Charm is to a woman what perfume is to a flower.
Evan Esar
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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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Flowers really do intoxicate me.
Vita Sackville-West
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As I hold the flower in my hand and think of trying to describe it, I realize how poor a creature I am, how impotent are words in the presence of such perfection.
Celia Thaxter
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Didn't you know that people hide love like a flower too precious to be picked?
Emperor Wu of Han