Flowers Quotes
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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.
Albert Camus
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The perfume of the flowers and of the bay tree are wafted on high, like incense. The birds sing sweet songs of praise to their Creator. In the tops of the trees, the soughing of the wind is like the hushed prayers of the multitude in some vast cathedral. Here the heart of man becomes impressionable.
William Wendt
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Scent is the soul of flowers, and sea flowers, as splendid as they may be, have no soul!
Jules Verne
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No bought potpourri is so pleasant as that made from ones own garden, for the petals of the flowers one has gathered at home hold the sunshine and memories of summer, and of past summers only the sunny days should be remembered.
Eleanour Sinclair Rohde
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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.
Alda Merini
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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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There is a graveyard in my poor heart - dark, heaped-up graves, from which no flowers spring.
Adah Isaacs Menken
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The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy.
Henry Ward Beecher
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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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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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Water, wind and birdsong were the echoes in this quiet place of a great chiming symphony that was surging around the world. Knee-deep in grasses and moon daisies, Stella stood and listened, swaying a little as the flowers and trees were swaying, her spirit voice singing loudly, though her lips were still, and every pulse in her body beating its hammer strokes in time to the song.
Elizabeth Goudge
