Flower Quotes
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The appeal to heaven breaks off.The petals begin to fall, in self-forgiveness.It is a flower. On this mountainside it is dying.
Galway Kinnell
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Awakening hope has named the nameOf love, or blown its spark to flame.Restlessness, but as the winds rangeFrom leaf to leaf, from flower to flower;Changefulness, but as rainbows change,From colour'd sky to sunlit hour.Ay, well indeed may minstrel sing,-What have the heart and year like spring?
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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There are cases in which the blade springs, but the plant does not go on to flower. There are cases where it flowers, but no fruit is subsequently produced.
Confucius
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There grew pied wind-flowers and violets, Daisies, those pearl’d Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets; Faint oxlips; tender bluebells at whose birth The sod scarce heaved; and that tall flower that wets Its mother’s face with heaven-collected tears, When the low wind, its playmate’s voice, it hears.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.
Virginia Woolf
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A strict allegory is like a puzzle with a solution: a great romance is like a flower whose smell reminds you of something you can't quite place. I think the something is 'the whole quality of life as we actually experience it.'
C. S. Lewis
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Gentle day's flower - The hummingbird competes With the stillness of the air.
Chogyam Trungpa
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Soul is at home in the deep, shaded valleys. Heavy torpid flowers saturated with black grow there. The rivers flow like warm syrup. They empty into huge oceans of soul.
Dalai Lama
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The flower has opened, has been in the sun and is unafraid. I'm taking more chances; I'm bold and proud.
Paula Cole
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Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
e. e. cummings
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The loveliest, sweetest flower that bloomed in paradise, and the first that died, has rarely blossomed since on mortal soil. It is so frail, so delicate, a thing, it is gone if it but look upon itself; and she who ventures to esteem it hers proves by that single thought she has it not.
Elizabeth Fry
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Be different. Be original. Nobody will remember a specific flower in a garden filled with thousands of the same yellow flower, BUT they will remember the one that managed to change its color to purple.
Suzy Kassem