Flowers Quotes
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Hats off, gentlemen - a genius! If the mighty autocrat of the north knew what a dangerous enemy threatened him in Chopin's works in the simple tunes of his mazurkas, he would forbid this music. Chopin's works are canons buried in flowers.
Frederic Chopin
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Wherever flowers cannot be reared, there man cannot live.
Napoleon Bonaparte
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Flowers are always more serious than they appear.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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If I am allowed to give a metaphorical allusion to the future state of the blessed, I should imagine it by the orange-grove in that sheltered glen on which the sun is now beginning to shine, and of which the trees are at the same time, loaded with sweet golden fruit and balmy silver flowers. Such objects may well portray a state in which hope and fruition become one eternal feeling.
Humphry Davy
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It's pretty sad that when people see a guy buying flowers, they assume he's in trouble.
Mark Hart
Crowded House
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The flowers are full of honey, but only the bee finds out the sweetness.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen;
Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green.
George Peele
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Words, like flowers, have their colors too.
Ernest Rhys
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You will notice already that Mr. Baggins was not quite so prosy as he liked to believe, also that he was very fond of flowers.
J. R. R. Tolkien
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That evening was the evening of the full moon. The garden was an enchanted place where all the flowers seemed white. The lilies, the daphnes, the orange-blossom, the white stocks, the white pinks, the white roses - you could see these as plainly as in the daytime; but the coloured flowers existed only as fragrance.
Elizabeth von Arnim
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As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force.
Dante Alighieri
