Flowers Quotes
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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.
Gautama Buddha
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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.
Richard Le Gallienne
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He who loves not flowers, has lost all love and fear of God.
Ludwig Mies van der Rohe
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Birds sing in vain to the ear, flowers bloom in vain to the eye, of mortified vanity and galled ambition. He who would know repose in retirement must carry into retirement his destiny, integral and serene, as the Caesars transported the statue of Fortune into the chamber they chose for their sleep.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton
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Petunias are as hopelessly impractical as a chiffon ball dress.
Eleanor Perenyi
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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.
Nancy Milford
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Best and dearest flower that grows, / Perfect both to see and smell; / Words can never, never tell / Half the beauty of a Rose - .
Cicely Mary Barker
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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.
Bill Porter
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It is not the tree that forsakes the flower, but the flower that forsakes the tree.
Alexandre Dumas
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Cover them over with beautiful flowers, Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours, Lying so silent by night and by day.
Will Carleton
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The trouble with flowers is that invariably, when I'm ready to photograph them, they are not in season.
Anne Geddes
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So small, so blue, in grassy places / My flowers raise / Their tiny faces.
Cicely Mary Barker