Flowers Quotes
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So small, so blue, in grassy places / My flowers raise / Their tiny faces.
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Just as one can make a lot of garlands from a heap of flowers, so man, subject to birth and death as he is, should make himself a lot of good karma.
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For April sobs while these are so glad April weeps while these are so gay,- Weeps like a tired child who had, Playing with flowers, lost its way.
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If flowers want to grow right out of the concrete sidewalk cracks I'm going to bend down to smell them.
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In that moment, I could not write anything about flowers because I myself had turned into a flower, I myself had a stem and a lymph.
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I'd never been in play long enough for the flowers to die in the dressing room
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He who loves not flowers, has lost all love and fear of God.
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In sunshine, in prosperity, the flowers are very well; but how many wet days are there in life—November seasons of disaster, when a man's hearth and home would be cold indeed, without the clear, cheering gleam of intellect.
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Creating is living doubly. The groping, anxious quest of a Proust, his meticulous collecting of flowers, of wallpapers, and of anxieties, signifies nothing else.
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Scent is the soul of flowers, and sea flowers, as splendid as they may be, have no soul!
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Love-buds, put before you and within you, whoever you are, Buds to be unfolded on the old terms; If you bring the warmth of the sun to them, they will open, and bring form, color, perfume, to you; If you become the aliment and the wet, they will become flowers, fruits, tall blanches and trees.
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People think I am dead because they haven’t seen me around for awhile. I’m not dead, I’m very much alive, as you can see. Although, there are two things I do before I get up every morning. I look around and if I don’t smell flowers or see candles flickering I go ahead and get up.
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We are all treading the vanishing road of a song in the air, the vanishing road of the spring flowers and the winter snows, the vanishing roads of the winds and the streams, the vanishing road of beloved faces.
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A bit of mould is a pleiad of flowers; a nebula is an ant-hill of stars.
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I never could see that delicacy of constitution is pretty, either in plants or women. No doubt there are many lovely flowers to be had by heat and constant coaxing, but then for each of these there are fifty others still lovelier that will gratefully grow in God's wholesome air and are blessed in return with a far greater intensity of scent and colour.
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I've always thought my flowers had souls.
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Some flowers give out little or no odour until crushed.
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Is it possible to be a revolutionary and like flowers?
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Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.
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I once had a garden filled with flowers that grew only on dark thoughts, but they needed constant attention and one day I decided I had better things to do.
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The hats were nearly all as though made by somebody who had once heard about flowers but never seen one huge muffs of horror.
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Flowers are the beautiful hieroglyphics of nature with which she indicates how much she loves us.
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Where flowers degenerate man cannot live.
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This building we're in has doors and windows. If we close the doors and windows, we can't get out. People lock themselves inside a house of delusions. But they're only delusions. They can leave anytime. Actually there is no house to leave. There's not even any leaving. What we see are flowers in the sky, the moon in the water. As for the meditative powers of Zen masters like Hsu-yun, sometimes it's useful to meditate and sometimes it isn't.
